So yesterday morning I’m sitting
at my desk and Mr. Toenail’s phone starts going off.
At this point, I have heard
enough of his recent conversations to know that this is the ringtone of his
latest bedroom interest.
Just as the phone starts going off, some passerby
whose voice I don’t recognize says, “Hello Toenail!” (of course, he doesn’t
really call him Toenail… that’s my name for the dolt)
Toenail, though, has
answered his phone just as Passerby says hello, so all Passerby hears in
response is this low and somewhat sultry voice respond back to him with, “…well
hello….” To which I can hear Passerby stop in his tracks, just outside
Toenail’s cubicle wall, and respond with, “Uh… what?”
Right then Toenail says,
again in a low and sultry voice, “…and I was just thinking about you… hmmm…”
Passerby then gets almost hostile and steps into his cube doorway saying, “You
were what?!”
I can at this point hear Mr. Toenail turn around rapidly in his
chair, shocked by the sudden entrance of hostile Passerby who must feel somewhat
violated until he realizes that Toenail hasn’t been talking to him at all and he
walks away embarrassed as I start falling out of my chair silently laughing
because… that was the best Monday Morning Moment I’ve had in a
while.
Sometimes it is
good to sit next to a dolt like Toenail.
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