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Random scene that played out in my head while I was trying to sleep.
Pam’s heels clicked on the tile floor. We were headed to the Friday morning staff meeting. A couple of interns almost broke their necks trying to catch a glance at Pam’s rear. She was the kind of woman who attracted attention.
“Heads up,” I whispered, “Danny’s wife is going to call you.”
Danny had only been married for six months.
“She found out Danny and I slept together a couple of years ago.”
It had only been twice on a business trip to Rio. I had obviously lost my mind.
“And that involves me why?”
“I had to throw you under the bus to get her off the phone.” Danny’s wife had turned out to be the jealous type.
“Really?” Pam was still as cool as ever.
We entered the still empty conference room. It was way too bright without coffee, which I would have had by now if I wasn’t answering phone calls from Danny’s wife.
“I told her Danny slept with you, Marcie and Barb.”
“He slept with Barb?”
“Between you and Marcie.”
“Was he trying to make me jealous?”
“Yeap,” I chuckled.
“Huh, I didn’t notice.”
“That made it more fun to watch.” I slid into my customary seat and waited for the others to join us.
“She called me a slut,” I said, tapping my pen.
Pam laughed, not just chuckled, an outright laugh.
I continued, “Do you think I’m a slut?”
“You haven’t slept with a man in two years. That and a few Hail Mary’s and you’re practically a nun.”
Other consultants began piling in the room. The rest of this conversation would have to wait.
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My Boss has been curious about Twitter. His daughter has an account and he wanted to check out what she might be up to. So he created an account.
The next day he came to me and said, “I’m not sure how, but my daughter figured out I was following her.”
I asked, “What’s your user ID?”
He said, “His first and last name.”
“I think that might be the issue.”
He sent me a text that said “What’s your phone number?”
I sent back, “I think you just texted it.”
My boss has the same first name as someone else I know. I was going to be working late so I wrote the following email.
I’m working late tonight. I’ll have to cancel dinner.
Love you, DD”
I accidentally sent the email to my boss, who wrote back –
“We need to finish all the test cases tonight. I’m going to pick up some pizzas.
Tom, your boss not the other one.
P.S. I love you too.”
I love my boss. He understands me better than most, nobody’s perfect.