The guy who kept picking his fingernails, nose and toenails came back to my work the other day.
He sat in the chair positioned right next to my desk… I am still trying to
figure out why that chair is there. It is reminds me of a chair that is next to
a nurse’s station so that the nurse can sit while taking a patients vitals.
Anyway so Mr. Picker kept staring at my
feet. I kept wondering if maybe my shoes were on the wrong feet like Friday, however I think it is nearly impossible for
someone to wear flip flops on the wrong feet. I later confirmed they were on
properly. I persisted to try to curl my toes under without trying to make it
seem like I was trying to curl them under. Like maybe there was a stray sticky
note under my toes and I was trying to grab it? I am pretty sure this just made
him stare more…
I consulted a friend of mine at a
neighboring office to see what she would have to say. For privacy reasons
concerning both Mr. Picker and my friend I have omitted names and dates. Don’t
mind the way we constantly use improper English.
Seriously laughing out loud... I love reading your blog it always brightens mes day!
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Jessica