All names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
So, I was talking with my friend Fred the other day about my job. We hadn’t seen each other in about a year, so we were catching up. In the middle of one of my “corporate culture rants” he stopped me to ask,
“Hey, I know someone who works at your office. Do you work with a guy named Hans?”
“Oh yeah, I know him! He always looks at my boobs when we are in the elevator together. I think he must really like boobs as he can’t seem to lift his eyes above my collar! The very first time I met him, I think he thought I was someone else and the whole time he was talking to me, calling me the wrong name, he was looking me up and down. I mean, he seems really nice and all, he just seems to like to check out the ladies, you know what I mean?”
“Uh, yeah…him and his wife are good friends of ours. They go to our church.” He didn’t look amused.
“Oh.”
I don’t often get into situations like this, but when I stick my foot into my mouth, I choke on it.
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Okay, okay, I'll admit it. I'm Hans.
Ha! It is funny that you would comment on this post, as you were present during this conversation at Cafe Europa!
Creepy guy. I wonder what they teach at that church?
OUCH.
Hysterical!!
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