Mar 27, 2010 10:26
Last night a few of us went to the pub after work. Iggy arrived late, because he had to drive back from his exciting job checking land fill in exotic locations, and when he got there the rest of us were already sitting down eating dinner. At first he tried to sit at the next table with his dinner, telling us that it would be better for us since he HAD just come from the tip, and it was a very hot day, and he was sweaty and stinky.
So one of the girls very politely told him "It's ok, we don't mind at all. I probably stink too ... from sitting at my desk all day ... in the office ... umm, under the air conditioning vent ..."
Hmmm.