A Grand Entrance
In my last post, I told you of a man I work with who I screamed at not to judge me for eating a doughnut.
Well, yesterday, I walked into this same man's office with my morning cup of coffee, and instead of just walking through the door like a normal human, I somehow misjudged the space and ended up banging into his wall as I entered, knocking a picture off the wall with a huge clatter and shrieking my surprise at this event.
His back was turned, so he didn't even know I was coming. I think I shocked him a little with my grand entrance, judging from his response, "WHAT the...?"
He may request that I be removed from the office sometime in the near future. I really need to get a grip on myself. Or at least leave this poor man alone.
Well, yesterday, I walked into this same man's office with my morning cup of coffee, and instead of just walking through the door like a normal human, I somehow misjudged the space and ended up banging into his wall as I entered, knocking a picture off the wall with a huge clatter and shrieking my surprise at this event.
His back was turned, so he didn't even know I was coming. I think I shocked him a little with my grand entrance, judging from his response, "WHAT the...?"
He may request that I be removed from the office sometime in the near future. I really need to get a grip on myself. Or at least leave this poor man alone.
posted by Bossy Bar-Wife | 8:36 AM
1 Comments:
I am always knocking my shoulder into the door frame. I'm not a large person, so I'm not sure why normal doorways don't seem to be wide enough for me, but I can sympathize. It hurts and you look intoxicated.
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