Try the Veal.
It is not often that I am rendered speechless. Indeed, I am sort of know at work for my ability to deliver a humorous reply no matter how ridiculous the question.
So....
We have a big review going on this week. I normally dress in jeans and a polo at work because, well, I really do WORK. This means that when I wear a suit, I get comments.
I'm walking down the hallway to my office and I see two team leaders from the division chatting with a third guy who knows me because of the division 'socials' I organize. The team leaders are nice guys that I often joke with. One them looks up, greets me, and then says:
"You know what Greg, and I mean this in a totally non-sexual way, when you dress up...you're a really good looking guy."
Silence falls. I keep walking, looking down at the floor, for one brief, shining moment rendered speechless. I mean, how the hell do you respond to that?
I hear one of them chuckle and in a low voice say "He just doesn't know what to say to that."
Then, my muse returns....
"Well thanks _____, that's really nice of you to say...but you know, that's why I purposely dress down all the time...because (and here I put on a fake choked up, sobbing voice) I just don't want to be treated like another piece of beef."
The laughter just echos down the hallway as I pass them and then from behind me I hear "ya know, that was a really good reply..."
I'm here all week...
So....
We have a big review going on this week. I normally dress in jeans and a polo at work because, well, I really do WORK. This means that when I wear a suit, I get comments.
I'm walking down the hallway to my office and I see two team leaders from the division chatting with a third guy who knows me because of the division 'socials' I organize. The team leaders are nice guys that I often joke with. One them looks up, greets me, and then says:
"You know what Greg, and I mean this in a totally non-sexual way, when you dress up...you're a really good looking guy."
Silence falls. I keep walking, looking down at the floor, for one brief, shining moment rendered speechless. I mean, how the hell do you respond to that?
I hear one of them chuckle and in a low voice say "He just doesn't know what to say to that."
Then, my muse returns....
"Well thanks _____, that's really nice of you to say...but you know, that's why I purposely dress down all the time...because (and here I put on a fake choked up, sobbing voice) I just don't want to be treated like another piece of beef."
The laughter just echos down the hallway as I pass them and then from behind me I hear "ya know, that was a really good reply..."
I'm here all week...

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