Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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What can I say - I have a way with the LaydeezWhilst working at a free ads paper in London I went downstairs for a coffee break with one of my colleagues. Now this guy was a proper player, even though he was married with kids he would crack onto any bird at any time. He was pretty successful as well, with most of the female work force lining up to have a go on him.
Anyways, there was a particularly attractive girl sat in the break room that neither of us had seen before. He goes straight over and starts chirpsing her and it turns out she was from Cape Town and was temping with us for a bit. I told her I had lived in Cape Town for a few years back and we had a great old chat. My mate gets bored and fucks off to leave me chatting and she tells me she’s keen to get into the travel industry. Just so happens I’ve got a client in this game so I tell her I’ll pop upstairs to get the number.
Up I pop to my office, walking in telling everyone I’m in the midst of pulling a fitty. I get the number and run downstairs only to find she’s disappeared. I spy my mate and ask where she’s gone.
“Where’s who gone?”
“That really fit bird I was in the process of pulling – I was well in there.”
I then turn around to see her sitting in her office not more than 5 meters from me. She’s clearly heard every word I’ve said and I go bright red. I’m hoping that the world will swallow me up when the vindictive cunt of a department head (her department) calls me into her office.
In front of about 6 people including this girl she asks, “Do you think that is an appropriate way to talk to one of your colleagues, Creamy?’
“No maam.”
“And do you really think you are ‘well in there?’”
“No maam”
“I think an apology might be in order then, Creamy. Don’t you?”
“Yes maam”, Turn to girl. “Sorry.”
And with that I bounded back upstairs to be greeted with a round of applause. Turns out my mate had got there before me and alerted everyone to what had happened.
All in all just another successful day in the life of Creamy.
(, Fri 21 Sep 2007, 2:26, Reply)
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