February 04, 2010
Lunch Date
Yesterday before lunch, Meg, the office tart, brought a big muffin to PhD Boss' cubicle to "share." And "sharing," apparently, includes eating tiny pieces of muffin, licking her fingers, tossing her hair, and crossing and uncrossing her legs.
The body language was unmistakable, and PhD was riveted. They laughed and whispered like they were on their third date and they both knew that sex was inevitable. See, Meg is currently off-again with her on-again-off-again boyfriend, so she was in need of some male attention.
Finally, they wrapped up their pre-mating ritual, just as I was prepping for my lunch date with Bobbi. A woman. Whom I always call "Bobbi the Girl" when I talk to Husband, so he doesn't think I'm lunching every week with some guy.
PhD: Wenchie, can you come over here for a minute?
PW: Fine. But when my phone rings, I'm outta here. So make it quick.
PhD: You know that meeting on March 4th? Did you reserve a room for that?
Phone: *ring* *ring*
PW: Later. [answers phone] Okay, I'll be right down.
PhD: So what're you doing for lunch? You wanna go get lunch?
PW: ... Noooooooo. I have plans.
PhD: With who?
PW: Bobbi.
PhD: Who's Bobbi?
PW: My boyfriend.
PhD: Oh.
PW: Besides, the way you were eating up Meg, I 'm surprised you're even hungry for lunch.
PhD: [audible intake of breath] Wow.
Uh-huh. That's right. I don't "share" my muffin.
Comments
you are amazing.
Posted by: Vicki at February 4, 2010 12:02 PM
I used to share my muffin all the time.
Posted by: Stac at February 7, 2010 11:34 AM