I think I’m growing up. Just in time t realize that everyone around me is just as immature as I am. Dang it! It seems I have been chortling behind my hand geisha style needlessly.
Im finding that while I have been working fastidiously to shore up the talent of filtering ones thoughts, those around me have been letting their own fall to ruin.
Yesterday I found myself in a bit if a role reversal. I held my tongue in an awkward situation instead of talking to fill the weirdness. I know it’s like I’m evolving. A regular came into work and very sweetly “how are the girls today?”
I paused. Looked at my shoes. I looked back at him under hooded eyes.
Then, just in time, my co-worker sketchy Jeff, asserted, “she thinks your asking about her boobs.”
He paused, mouth agape.
I nodded my head yes.
He said, ” I thought those were the twins.”
Sketchy Jeff did her best to list all of the other pseudonyms for boobs. She had quite a list. All the while the sweet smiling man giggled mostly with his shoulders.
It was reported later that this awkward interlude may have been the highlight of his day, he was heard to be regaling that story to anyone who stood still long enough.
Now he greets us with a hearty “how are the girls today?” A boyish grin on his face.
We have created an inside joke. How fun.