Spam sandwich
Okay, I know I'm being spam-y, but I couldn't resist. I had a sexy conversation at work today.
Pax: Can I put you on hold for a second? I have a call on the other end but I'll get rid of it in a second.
Me (writing, not paying attention, because honestly, I never do): Sure, go ahead.
Pax: *phone clicks* Hey, Kim? Yea, sorry, I'm on the phone with the airline. Can I call you back? [pause] Oh, you're wearing what you were wearing last night?
Me: *looks up*
Pax: If you wear what you wear last night I'll get rid of the airline, not you. [pause, laugh] Well, you could always just not wear anything. Or you can wear the thong.
Me: ......
Pax: Okay, let me get rid of the airline. *click* Okay, miss?
Me (attempting to not die): *squeak* Yes?
Yea, it was sexy. That was a sample. He put me on hold twice more while I priced stuff out and for some reason his phone didn't put me on hold like it should have. I think the second time he came on I might have snorted. Loudly. And then he tried to hang up on me but he didn't and then I got to hear more. It was funny because whatever foxy lady he was talking to had my name.
I don't know whether to feel traumatized or not. On one hand, it's hilarious. On the other hand, I really didn't want to know what things he wanted to do her once he got off work. >.>
Pax: Can I put you on hold for a second? I have a call on the other end but I'll get rid of it in a second.
Me (writing, not paying attention, because honestly, I never do): Sure, go ahead.
Pax: *phone clicks* Hey, Kim? Yea, sorry, I'm on the phone with the airline. Can I call you back? [pause] Oh, you're wearing what you were wearing last night?
Me: *looks up*
Pax: If you wear what you wear last night I'll get rid of the airline, not you. [pause, laugh] Well, you could always just not wear anything. Or you can wear the thong.
Me: ......
Pax: Okay, let me get rid of the airline. *click* Okay, miss?
Me (attempting to not die): *squeak* Yes?
Yea, it was sexy. That was a sample. He put me on hold twice more while I priced stuff out and for some reason his phone didn't put me on hold like it should have. I think the second time he came on I might have snorted. Loudly. And then he tried to hang up on me but he didn't and then I got to hear more. It was funny because whatever foxy lady he was talking to had my name.
I don't know whether to feel traumatized or not. On one hand, it's hilarious. On the other hand, I really didn't want to know what things he wanted to do her once he got off work. >.>