Yesterday I was in my office and there was a knock at the door. It was a guy who works down on the floor asking me if he hit me with a screw.
I thought I had heard him correctly, but I still said back, "Did you hit me with a screw?"
He said yes, that's what he wanted to know (or something along those lines) and I said, "No, not that I know of."
He said that he and this other guy will throw screws across the room at each other and the other guy had told him that he had hit me with one and he wanted to apologize.
At this point, I am just trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of my job and say, "I don't think you did, but if you did, I didn't feel it."
Then as he walks back downstairs he yells, "I didn't even hit her, asshole."
Well, at least he was going to apologize. That's something, I guess.
2 comments:
Well, I think he's kind of cute, if that gives you any idea as to what he looked like, which I'm sure it does.
I say you send him a note with a screw in it and ask him if he needs a screw.
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