To preface this story: MH refers to her husband as 'the man-child' and they have been fighting about money lately because he spends way too much on food.
We had this conversation:
Her: Hey, I dare you to sit on the bloater chair.
Me: I'll do it for twenty bucks.
Her: Twenty bucks? That's like a whole day of man-child food.
Me: Haha, when you say man-child food I picture like a jar of "man-child food"
We then commenced to discuss what a jar of man-child food would look like. It would have a picture of a grown man, but wearing a bib and bonnet and holding a rattle.
At this point in the conversation, a supervisor from another department, VM, walked out of the office next to us and here is what he said:
"I'd do that for you."
He said that and he kept walking right out the door of the lab. I don't think I have ever seen anyone so deadpan in my entire life. I laughed/wanted to cry/throw up for a full five minutes.
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