January 07, 2010
The Work Kiss
Earlier today, I told PhD Boss that he seemed angry and asked him if he was mad at me. So from then on, he was RIDICULOUSLY, bend-over-backwards nice to me. Which was disconcerting, especially when he insisted that we walk out to our cars together.
But first I had to wait for him while he was distracted by Meg, the Rubenesque blonde who has a cube near us.
Meg: Bye! See you in February!
PhD: Oh, that's right! Where are you going this time?
Meg: Tanzania, then Palestine, then London.
PhD: Wow. Well, have a safe journey! *smooch*
Meg: Oooooh, you're all scratchy!
PW: *eyeroll* God. Are you dating her now, too?
PhD: What? Nooooooooo!
PW: Dude. You kissed her.
PhD: We're friends!
PW: Whatever. I don't kiss my friends.
PhD: Oh, stop.
PW: And I sure as hell don't kiss anyone at work.
PhD: Did you see Alpha's face?! She was, like, COMPLETELY taken aback!
[Alpha is the other secretary here, if you'll remember.]
PW: Yeah, that's cuz you kissed Meg. On the lips.
PhD: I've seen Alpha kiss Head Boss.
PW: Neither of them are a hott, young blonde.
PhD: So you don't kiss people.
PW: Dude, I'm Norwegian. I barely hug. If someone hugs me, fine, but I don't initiate. And the only people I kiss are my parents.
PhD: What if someone's going away on a long trip?
PW: Nope. Oh, wait, Heather and I kiss, but it's that Hollywood kiss, where you kiss the air next to their face. I don't even know how that started.
PhD: See!
PW: ... Don't ever kiss me.
PhD: Really?
PW: Really really.
And for the record, my car could eat his car for breakfast.
Comments
I hug you when I see you.
Next time?
I intend to keeeeesss you too.
Posted by: Vicki at January 8, 2010 11:18 AM