I have a coworker on the other side of the building whom I often see in the lobby or breakroom. We always seem to be on the same schedule for lunch and quick breaks, which is great because he’s quite nice. I was in the lobby this afternoon and he came up to me, all sullen. I asked him what was up. His response?
“Jalapeno pepper on a stick.”
Then he walked away.
I have no idea what that was about, where it came from, or if it was cause for alarm. But I do know: I like that guy.
Me: My boobs are too bouncy.
Giant Husband: That is not a thing.
Me: I didn’t care for Kelly’s Clarkson’s earlier stuff, but I do like this album. Not as… cutesy/happy as Colbie Caillat or such artists.
GH: Who names their kid Colbie anyway?
Me: People who like cheese?
Who DOESN’T like cheese??
So some coworkers and I were talking about the cut-throat world of bread-manufacturing (not even kidding), and one of them looked up the packaging online. The initiator, the friend of a bread king, realized he hadn’t checked out his friend’s site, and simply googled “granny’s delight.” At work.
GILFs, man. GILFs.
A guy at work told me about forgetting his coffee press in a conference room. He went back and it was gone.
Later, he found it on a table by the copier.
Turns out the table had been moved, and the coffee press simply went with it.
I told him he needs to think like a physicist. An object at rest stays at rest. The item on the table stays with the table.
Coworker: Is that a caesar salad? I love salad.
Me: Really? You’re the first person I’ve heard say that. I mostly just eat it ’cause it’s good for me.
Coworker: Then what do you like to eat?
Me: Animals.
Coworker: Yeah, those are good too.
