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There's this questionably gay guy at my work. I'm not homophobic nor do I hate people with alternative lifestyles, but this guy...well, let me explain. This is the first conversation we had when I started working:
Hal: I don't believe we met.
Me: I don't either. My name's Ricky.
Hal: Nice to meet you Ricky. I'm Hal as in "Hallelujah!" (jazz hands)
Me: ...
Anyway, I bring him up because two days ago, he gave me a variety bag of Wonka Valentine's Day candy. A little awkward I'd have to say. The candy was pretty legit except after the first gobstopper, I got a little dizzy and I woke up in a strange bed. Who would have thought I'd have to wait 16 years before the "taking candy from strangers" rant would actually be meaningful.
Hal: I don't believe we met.
Me: I don't either. My name's Ricky.
Hal: Nice to meet you Ricky. I'm Hal as in "Hallelujah!" (jazz hands)
Me: ...
Anyway, I bring him up because two days ago, he gave me a variety bag of Wonka Valentine's Day candy. A little awkward I'd have to say. The candy was pretty legit except after the first gobstopper, I got a little dizzy and I woke up in a strange bed. Who would have thought I'd have to wait 16 years before the "taking candy from strangers" rant would actually be meaningful.