One of the joys of the people I work with is our continuing struggle to make each other uncomfortable. The other morning, I managed to thoroughly creep out my boss.
“Hey, did you see the new message on the Hooters sign? It made me think of you immediately.”
She was a bit disturbed. “I’m not sure I want to hear the rest of this…”
“It says, ‘Red meat isn’t bad for you — green fuzzy meat is.'”
(Did I mention she’s a vegetarian?)
But later that same day, another of my colleagues got me even worse. I was complaining about the muzak. I described it as “like a TV theme show — but a bad 70’s TV theme show.”
He listened carefully. “Nah. That’s Michael Jackson’s ‘Never Can Say Goodbye’ in E-Minor.”
The same guy later told me he had just bought the first season of “Diff’rent Strokes” on DVD.
I think I need to keep my distance from him…
J.
I’ll never eat another underripe peach.
Wait a minute — I’ve never eaten an underripe peach.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Maybe he justs likes the notion of young black men turning white?
That’s slightly less creepy than being a pederast.
Ask him what his favorite episode is. If it’s the one where the maytag man/Mr. Carlson/bike shop owner tries to get Arnold nekkid, then you’ll have your answer.
Being misunderstood is awful, isn’t it?
Yeah, well, just imagine having to work with Darth Vader! I swear, he d.i.d…n.o.t….h.a.v.e….a….s.e.n.s.e….o.f….h.u.m.o.r….all that heavy breathing and dark moody environment, I mean, just TRY working with THAT.
Ha.
“Diff’rent Strokes”? This would have been a show for auto racing fans which dealt with crankshafts and displacement, right?