Showing posts with label PDA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PDA. Show all posts

Thursday, July 05, 2012

How YOU Doin? And Other Creepy Things to Say to People

Remember when Joey from Friends would say this all the time and the girls would fall for it, but when other every day people said it, it sounded creepy? Or when men 20 years later still try to say it? Or when I just used it in my title?

So creepy.

That is not the only way to be creepy, however.  I recently found out that I am quite capable of being unintentionally creepy. Unfortunately, I found this out at the office.

You see, we had a bunch of new people start recently. I decided to be proactive and introduce myself to them as I encountered them as no one seemed to be walking them around for introductions.  So I walked up to a young lady, roughly 20 or so, and intended to say "nice to meet you" and "welcome aboard."  Instead, the following occurred:

Me: Hi! I don't think we have met. I am me.
A: Hi. My name is A.
Me: NICE...
Me: Welcome aboard.

You know what a dragged out NICE sounds like without a "to meet you" after it? CREEPY. Even I was creeped out! Yes, I even unintentionally creeped myself out.

I quickly tried to explain what I was trying to say and thought to myself that it wasn't at all as bad as I imagined.  That is, until one of my support staff said "Well, THAT was creepy."

Signing off as the unintentionally creepy stalker person at work,


 

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: Is That a Cat on Your Back?




Tuesday, March 02, 2010

B's Words of Wisdom: Being a Tiger isn't Worth Losing a Cat

All of the talk recently about Tiger Woods and his many women, coupled with his apology "press conference" where he robotically told everyone he is sorry and will do better or whatever, has prompted some interesting conversations around these parts. Mostly from B.

The first pronouncement had to do with the quality of the women Tiger chose. I tend to agree. Did you notice they got worse in the looks department with every new one?

Then came the pronouncement that B's job is not worth losing over those women. Suffice it to say, B isn't that crazy about his job.

Finally, however, was the creme de la creme of comments. That is when B said:

"I wouldn't even risk losing my relationship with Brad for those women."

And he said that as if his relationship with Brad meant so little. Really, B? I think you two are closer than you would like everyone to know.

I submit Exhibit A, where B pretends he does not like Brad:


Exhibit B, however, shows that he actually does like Brad, and Brad's kisses:


Exhibit C shows that he even likes when Brad kisses his eyes:


Case closed, ladies and gentlemen.

These two are in love.


Thursday, August 06, 2009

Everybody's Crazy for a Long Grassed Man

The other day I happened to see a couple walking by down our side street from my office window. That is where all the good spying is. Just ask B. Anyhow, the couple were all wrapped up in each other and kissing while also walking a dog. Now THAT is some talent folks. They were older. He was hunchbacked. She had white hair.

I then thought to myself "Wow there are TWO old couples in this hood that like to make out in public places." Nope. Turns out I was wrong. There is only one couple. It was them. Our long grassed neighbors. Apparently he is hunchbacked. Although not from yard work.*

Later that day, I told B this story. He was not as shocked as I except for the part where they ventured from their yard. That was so unusual. As we were speaking, they came out into their yard. One had a claw and one had a shovel. We watched in quiet anticipation. Was this the moment they would start to garden?** Would there be a lawnmower involved, we wondered.

Then they started making out and all our hopes were dashed.




*Can you even get hunchbacked from yard work? Who knows. Maybe a doctor. I am no doctor.

**Know what else I noticed that day? They compost. Really? They cannot cut their grass but they can compost?

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