[For Meredith] Must have been kissing a fool.
George didn't even bother waiting for Meredith to answer when he knocked on her door. He was cold, miserable, and quite possibly going through some mild shock thanks to what he'd just experienced. Some of the stories he'd heard were more outrageous than others, but George did his best to take everything as he was told. It was hard believing, but when he experienced the clothes box and the sudden winter, it got easier.
That didn't make up for a pretty redhead stopping him in the hall just to give him a shove into a situation that had him kissing another man -- but not just any man, no, that would've been too easy to repress.
No, George had to kiss the guy who looked like Mark Sloan and was a friend of Meredith's, which put a cap on his humiliation meter for the day. Probably the entire week.
He barged into the hut turned crazy Christmas cottage, looked around long enough to confirm Meredith was there, then collapsed onto her bed with a pitiful moan, hat, gloves, coat and all.
"This is the worst day ever."
That didn't make up for a pretty redhead stopping him in the hall just to give him a shove into a situation that had him kissing another man -- but not just any man, no, that would've been too easy to repress.
No, George had to kiss the guy who looked like Mark Sloan and was a friend of Meredith's, which put a cap on his humiliation meter for the day. Probably the entire week.
He barged into the hut turned crazy Christmas cottage, looked around long enough to confirm Meredith was there, then collapsed onto her bed with a pitiful moan, hat, gloves, coat and all.
"This is the worst day ever."