It’s the coffee I spilled on my pants. In the first five minutes or so I was at work I spilled Sprite Zero on my desk and coffee on my pants. I went into the bathroom and was trying to clean up my pants leg with a wet paper towel—blotting and patting—and someone walked out of a stall and gave me a sympathetic look. I debated saying, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “just peed on my leg,” but I didn’t, even though I sort of wish I had. (wish I had said it. not wish I had peed on my leg. Sometime I’ll tell you about the Bike Riding Incident in Fourth Grade. I know whereof I speak.)
I think you should have said it. It being the “just peed on my leg,” comment. Set the tone for the day.
Now this 4th grade story sounds intriguing, did I spell that right? Oh well.
Very interested in hearing/reading the “Bike Riding Incident.” Sounds familiar to a tractor story I heard about…
A good option would have been to look at the co worker with accusation and suggestively say “What were you doing in there during business hours? This is an office not a playground” That would have possibly caused some embarrassment on their part. And the possibility of a laugh for you. Sounds good to me.
Don’t you love days like that?
A coworker once spilled a full cup of coffee in my lap. We were working on a project together and I had the coffee cup near the edge of my desk. She reached for something and hit the cup with her arm. Suddenly I was doing a happy-dance in my chair.
At that time I only lived a couple of miles from work, so I was able to go home and change.
Once in high school, a ball point pen leaked a ton of ink in my shirt pocket. We wore jackets, so I didn’t notice it until it was too late. What a mess! Mom was really happy (not!) They were uniform shirts and a little expensive.
Pow, the tractor story – was that the one where the woman had a tragic accident and ended up with toe-thumbs? I’ve watched closely and I don’t think Alison has toe-thumbs. I could be wrong though.
If you had said to me that you peed on your leg, well….
I’d have to go talk to HR.
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