Unfortunate Slobbery
Anyone who know's me also know's I believe in Murphy, because they know full well Murphy torments me.
Case in point:
Getting dressed for work yesterday... threw on a standard work flavoured ensemble with a lacy singlet under (to stop frozen kidneys from dropping onto the floor). I'd only recently exited the shower so didn't worry about putting a jumper on over the top (for the first time in 2 weeks).
Made a couple of stop off's on the way... had to do the bank/post office thing, so decided to grab a souvlaki while I was at it. Cruising along, not a care in the world til I looked down and realized I had great gobules of white yoghurty, garliccy sauce dribbling down my shirt.... really, it did resemble a... less than fortunate encounter.
I'm halfway between work and home now.... with white chunky goop running down my shirt... it's just not a good look (I feel like a hooker who took a hummer job on the way out the door).
I just know if I'd worn a jumper I wouldn't have dropped anything!
Can't get home and change.... must go to plan B.
Sneak into the back office at work (with my handbag hiding my adorable stain) while trying not to laugh hysterically at myself) but give in and tell my Front Office Manager (FOM) what happened. She of course does the obvious and nearly wets herself laughing (as expected). I grab my black jacket and do a runner for the staff loo's.
The lacy singlet under the buttoned up black jacket will do just fine (and actually gets compliments... go figure).
Then my story comes back to me from four different people (vaguely forgot that FOM is just a wee bit of a storyteller).
Then her hubby comes past (as he's been at the bar.... those damn friday arvo barflies.... they only bother me when I have to work and they're having fun!) and I get hit with the comment...
'I've asked J at the bar to put the heating up to 40 so I don't miss the next strip.'
Jeebus... you rock up at work with one suspicious stain and become famous..... go figure.
Case in point:
Getting dressed for work yesterday... threw on a standard work flavoured ensemble with a lacy singlet under (to stop frozen kidneys from dropping onto the floor). I'd only recently exited the shower so didn't worry about putting a jumper on over the top (for the first time in 2 weeks).
Made a couple of stop off's on the way... had to do the bank/post office thing, so decided to grab a souvlaki while I was at it. Cruising along, not a care in the world til I looked down and realized I had great gobules of white yoghurty, garliccy sauce dribbling down my shirt.... really, it did resemble a... less than fortunate encounter.
I'm halfway between work and home now.... with white chunky goop running down my shirt... it's just not a good look (I feel like a hooker who took a hummer job on the way out the door).
I just know if I'd worn a jumper I wouldn't have dropped anything!
Can't get home and change.... must go to plan B.
Sneak into the back office at work (with my handbag hiding my adorable stain) while trying not to laugh hysterically at myself) but give in and tell my Front Office Manager (FOM) what happened. She of course does the obvious and nearly wets herself laughing (as expected). I grab my black jacket and do a runner for the staff loo's.
The lacy singlet under the buttoned up black jacket will do just fine (and actually gets compliments... go figure).
Then my story comes back to me from four different people (vaguely forgot that FOM is just a wee bit of a storyteller).
Then her hubby comes past (as he's been at the bar.... those damn friday arvo barflies.... they only bother me when I have to work and they're having fun!) and I get hit with the comment...
'I've asked J at the bar to put the heating up to 40 so I don't miss the next strip.'
Jeebus... you rock up at work with one suspicious stain and become famous..... go figure.
posted by LuSh at 6:48 PM
4 Comments:
Hahah too funny. Any white stain on a chick will always be considered cum.
Unfortunate indeed.
Once, my girlfriend was late attending a meeting and she rushed in all flustered and apologetic and sat down next to me. Without thinking I went to wipe her face... and then realised WHAT IT WAS...and the shock was ... somewhat... embarrassing for us both. (No one laughed except her and me...and that was much later at the pub) ((Crikeys I have had to associate with some boring farts huh?))
Its almost worse as a guy to spill something like salad dressing down the front. For a woman, you get comments and giggles. For a guy, you get avoided and asked for fashion advice.
Steph... worst part is I didn't get a promotion out of it
Mel... it wasn't real I promise (you know I'd tell you if it was)
Coyote... what can i say... I howled laughin
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