Discussing oober religious and oober creepy coworker that wears white athletic socks and loafers every.damn.day. Drives me batty. Well that and his incessant need to "stop by" and ask about the Lieutenant and how he is healing. Um dude, the accident was two years ago and this is like the nine-millionth time I have told you he is fine. All healed up. Back to work for a year and a half... All while silently willing him to go the eff away. Ah, yes, I digress... the conversation...
Coworker: Oh crap. This is the SECOND time "John" has won an item of "Grand Prize" status. I expect to hear another story of how he prayed for this one...
Me: Oh boy. *insert hearty eye roll here*
CW: Couldn't'a'happened to a nicer guy.
Me: Sure if nicer = creepier
CW: Hey. Some of us are just magnets for those kinds of people. It can't be helped. Like the flickering candle-light for creepy moths.
Best analogy I have ever heard. And that must make me the biggest MFing candle this side of the Mississippi.
1 comment:
depends on which side of the mississippi (definately just sang the song...m i crooked letter crooked letter i...and so on) you are talking about. sorry. first thing that popped into my head.
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