I attended a work lunch today, to which I carpooled with several co-workers. The co-worker who was driving has a young child who, apparently, likes Hello Kitty. And who could blame her? I adore Hello Kitty. I got in the car and noticed that there was a Hello Kitty bandaid stuck to the seat, thought nothing of it, and sat down. We had lunch, which was great fun, and then made our way back to the car. I decided to sit in the same seat where I had sat on the way to lunch and made a most disturbing discovery. Half of the Hello Kitty bandaid was gone. And there was only one place where it could be. I was forced to, gingerly, ask my co-workers to help me ascertain the whereabouts of the bandaid. Yes, I asked them to look at my bum. And there it was. The most embarrassing part: I needed assistance in removing the item, which was quite sticky.
2 comments:
You know you're familiar with your co-workers when they have anything at all to do with your bum. I have a derby-induced injury on my upper leg bum area, and a co-worker (upon returning from a two-week holiday) remarked loudly to the rest of the manuscript catalogers, "Wow! Your butt looks much better!" There was much agreement among the onlookers.
I guess you needed o'fixing
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