Around 10:30, our mailroom guy brings me a large FedEx box and gives me the one-eyed Popeye as he drops it on my desk. You know... like this:
It's one of those looks where the person thinks they know what's going on and they seem so smug because they have figured out your secret.
I think it's a little weird but he's a little weird anyway.
I turn the box over and then I see it.
PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL.
There it is in BIG BOLD RED LETTERS!
So much for discretion. He couldn't have possibly figured out it was medication for infertility. I think he thinks I ordered some adult toys!
Bomp chicka wow wow!
But, seriously. Now this guy thinks I get all freaky deaky in the bedroom. And, I can't just walk up to him and explain what the box really was. Because THAT story is SO much better.
"Um, excuse me. I think we have a misunderstanding. I know you think that I ordered some [ahem] adult doo-dads but I didn't. It was really 500 syringes and enough hormones to get every women pregnant in the DC Metro area".
Yeah, that conversation is much better.
So, I hope you'll excuse me while I go get busy with my dirty little syringes.
3 comments:
That's really funny. When mine came, they were chilled so they were in this giant styrofoam container. They were delivered from Atlanta so the mail room guy, and when the mail room guy brought them to me, he asked if I'd been sent some "good southern home cooking." I thought that was funny, but your story is much better. ;-)
The one eyed whacked mail room guy, love the pic! Reminds me of a mail guy I had in my office once along time ago. Are all mail guys losers or what? Anyway I say let em think what he wants.....bomb chicka wow wow, chicka bomb wow wow.
My first smile of the day. I knew I could count on you for this.
"dirty little syringes" LOL.
Post a Comment