This post may reference bodily functions.
You have been warned.
Now let me get on it
So there I was, innocently blowing my nose after having sneezed for the 100th time today, when the new dude in the office sneaks up on me to introduce himself.
He’s clearly seen I’m blowing my nose.
Not so much blowing than wiping.
But he’s been hovering behind me for so long that if he doesn’t say “hello” now, he’ll just look like a weird stalker.
Which I wouldn’t mind to be honest. It’s been years since I was last stalked. Many years. Many Many years.
In fact, how old am I? …. ……. ………… Yip — that’s how many years. (You thought I was going to spill my age just like that … without you even buying me a drink first? …. Sneaky Sneaky! Very Sneaky! Sneak!
But I digress.
“Hello” (in a voice that is clearly worried he may give me a heart-attack, coz he’s been hovering forever while I sorted my bodily functions out)
“Oh, hi, hello”
Scrunches grimey … grimy… grimie …. dirty tissue deep into the palm of my hand.
….then realise, that’s the hand I need to put out to shake his outstretched hand ….
….which he’s also realised and quickly, but efficiently withdraws said hand before I infect him with said tissue.
He proceeds to talk work with me, which I’m trying my best to focus on, but am seriously concerned that my tissue didn’t quite get all of it.
We should have automatic playback in our eyes for situations like this.
I have no idea what he asked me to do, but I have a funny feeling I may just have agreed to give a presentation. In front of people. Actual people.
Blast you Boogers!!