This afternoon Casey & I met with Aaron, who was sharing all his hard-won personalized-card expertise with us as he prepared to join the Humor team (it's like Freaky Friday for me & Aaron!). We were at the break table in the common area of Humor, chatting away when suddenly the guys got horrible looks on their faces and Casey said, "Oh my god—we've been cropdusted!" I had never heard that before and had no idea what he meant... until I smelled it! Apparently an unidentified male who had just walked past us had a little intestinal distress that came out as he passed us... and he fled the scene of the crime. As if that wasn't funny enough, Casey & I couldn't stop giggling. And by that I mean, like 5 solid minutes later we could still barely get a sentence out without breaking down. And every time I heard his voice wavering it made me laugh uncontrollably. The best part was when he said, "Jen, your reaction tells me everything I need to know about what it's going to be like working with you!" Yes, yes. We will get along famously. Consider the highbar of innapropriateness raised to the nth degree.
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