I was exiting the break room after clocking out for the day and spied Curtis dead ahead messing with something in Lumber. Curtis is a Lumber Associate who I rarely see as we tend to have opposite working schedules, and yet when we do work together we like to joke around with one another.
In my surprise to see him (I had looked at his schedule and knew he wasn't scheduled to be in until later), I let out a high pitched squeak that somewhat resembled his name. As the seconds stretched out after that peal of sound, I became relieved that he didn't seem to hear me, but also simultaneously started to laugh at myself.
And then he did look up with a startled, questioning expression and I laughed even more.
"Did you hear that?" said by me admidst a fresh spurt of laugher
"What was that?"
I explained that it was his name contorted by my joy at seeing him. He found that rightfully amusing and we small talked about him picking up extras hours and therefore being there at unscheduled times and then he said:
"That doesn't look like a collared shirt."
Dress code dictates we wear collared shirts, but virtually no one pay attention to that. I explained that I was in garden and need something breezier than a collar could provide. He faked scolded me and I elaborated that my own rule was dictated by risk of cleavage and if there was none to be seen, it was a safe shirt to wear. I think he could see my logic in that.
In my surprise to see him (I had looked at his schedule and knew he wasn't scheduled to be in until later), I let out a high pitched squeak that somewhat resembled his name. As the seconds stretched out after that peal of sound, I became relieved that he didn't seem to hear me, but also simultaneously started to laugh at myself.
And then he did look up with a startled, questioning expression and I laughed even more.
"Did you hear that?" said by me admidst a fresh spurt of laugher
"What was that?"
I explained that it was his name contorted by my joy at seeing him. He found that rightfully amusing and we small talked about him picking up extras hours and therefore being there at unscheduled times and then he said:
"That doesn't look like a collared shirt."
Dress code dictates we wear collared shirts, but virtually no one pay attention to that. I explained that I was in garden and need something breezier than a collar could provide. He faked scolded me and I elaborated that my own rule was dictated by risk of cleavage and if there was none to be seen, it was a safe shirt to wear. I think he could see my logic in that.
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