Today was a good day at work. It was rather slow. Slow enough for conversation between all us fine folks. There was a guy at work who touched his nose and said, “NO HR.” *blink* Okaaayyy. What comes next?
He asked me, “How would you feel if someone said to you, ‘Girl, you’re thicker than oatmeal.’?” I crinkled my brow in confusion wondering what that could mean because it was meant to sound suggestive. I finally answered, “I don’t think I would like that.”
One of the girls got a dirty minded. The tone he used influenced her and she started laughing at her wit. Something vagina related, I’m presuming, and I grew embarrassed. I turned my back on everybody but was sharing in their laugh.