Fragile People
I was at a party last night thrown by some of the people in my department. These are always dangerous events for me as my sense of humor tends towards the bizarre and I usually need to tone it down by several orders of magnitude in order to not harm the fragile minds of my department friends. This makes getting drunk around them dangerous as the internal editor gets a little sloppy around beer five or seven. This particular night Kate was regaling us with a tale of her working in a Victoria’s Secret Store and having to fit women who had recently had breast enlargement surgery. She was sparing none of the gory details of surgical drains and black and blue breasts.
Hearing this story I commented, “Thank you Kate, I may never lick a nipple again after hearing this.” This was greeted with stunned silence from the rest of the table. Apparently, it horrified them to think that anyone would come up with that idea much less express it out loud.
Finally, Dan broke the silence in a heavily slurred voice said, “Can someone please go back in time and stop James from talking?” I had to admit it was funny, but it really made me appreciate how fragile the people from my department are.
Hearing this story I commented, “Thank you Kate, I may never lick a nipple again after hearing this.” This was greeted with stunned silence from the rest of the table. Apparently, it horrified them to think that anyone would come up with that idea much less express it out loud.
Finally, Dan broke the silence in a heavily slurred voice said, “Can someone please go back in time and stop James from talking?” I had to admit it was funny, but it really made me appreciate how fragile the people from my department are.