September 23, 2008
Classy Broads
I think it's safe to say that, where I work, the majority of the top positions in the company are held by women. And the floor I work on is where many of these women have their offices. And these women -- lemme tell you -- fabu-freakin'-lous dressers! Hands down, these are the classiest broads I know.
Today, I was sitting at my desk when my cell phone rang. Figuring it was my Mom, I answered without looking. I was surprised to hear the voice of one of these classy broads.
CB: Hi. Are you in your office?
PW: Yes...
CB: Can I ask you to do me a favor?
PW: Of course! (figuring I was to get something off her desk and bring it to some meeting she was in)
CB: Don't laugh.
PW: (starts laughing) You can't tell me that! That automatically makes me laugh because I know this is going to be good!
CB: Alright. Don't think I'm weird, but can you come to the bathroom?
PW: I'm on my way. Should I, um... bring something? (imagining some type of Caddyshack- or Porkys-esque shenanigans)
CB: No. You'll see when you get here.
I walked into the bathroom, not even being able to imagine what I could possibly imagine in this case. I said her name, and she stepped out of a stall with her tailored skirt around her hips and her arm awkwardly at her side.
"My bracelet is stuck to my pantyhose!"
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
I bent over for a closer look, and sure enough, Brighton had falled in love with Hanes, and they refused to be parted.
"I tried ripping the pantyhose, but they're really strong! And I can't see it to unhook it! And I didn't want to walk to my office with my skirt pulled down! I'm so glad you were here!"
Once my face was the inches from her hip, it was an easy thing to unhook the offending trinket.
I guess this falls under the "and other duties as needed" portion of my job description.