Sep 22, 2008 22:35
Friday, a coworker, Phil, asked about my sister (he having, probably, spoken with her more than he has spoken to me). In inquiring more about me, er, her, er, I'm not really sure which, he asks::
" Are you the only siblings in your family?"
I burst out laughing and refrain from saying, "no my father has a sister, and my mother is one of 5."
Today, a coworker, Paul, asked another, Amanda, if she was wearing her scarf because she had a hickey. She said no. Later, the subject re-arose, with her strongly objecting to him insinuating that she was coving a hickey with a scarf, and boldly stating "You can examine my whole body under my clothes and you wont find any hickeys."
A beautiful blonde, muscle-bound man, walking into the gym stopped, turned and held the door, for some time, for me. As I scuffled in, quickening my pace out of gratitude (rolls eyes) errrr appreciation, I of course say "thank you."
He smiled and turned into a toothpaste commercial, blinding me with white perfect teeth in his chiseled face on top of his sculpted body.
This, I know, had nothing to do with my physique and everything to do with me being a walking blonde joke.