
I was typing up a letter for my boss this morning, when he dictated that I should get the address of the person in the letter from one of our employees. I ask Employee X to send me the person's address in an inter-office note. Employee X, being a helpful middle-aged man, comes over to the computer and says he'll just tell me as I type. It starts off unassuming :"231..."
and then goes horribly wrong....
"Semen road."
I'm all kinds of inappropriate, but I tried to stifle my giggle. So I type what I hear:
"Seamen road."
Nice save, me! I'm an adult that can type dirty sounding things without laughing! High five!
"Nope, that's not it."
I stare up at fatherly looking employee X and give him the same look I gave my Mother and Father when they gave me the sex talk on a 4 hour drive from Boston to NYC.
and I type:
"Semen road."
Employee X shakes his head and says "No, not SeamEn road, SeamAn road."
I type the rest of the address and thank employee x profusely, pulling up my TASTEFUL v-neck shirt and doing a Hail Mary. He walks away, and gives a side ways look that can only say:
"Tramp."
Happy Tuesday!!!! :)
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