I just instinctively and without regard called one of my fellow co-workers a "freaking retard" in the parking lot. This individual whom I didn't even recognize was chatting on their phone as they backed their car out of their space, thus approaching me at rapid speed, and in a mini-blizzard mind you. Without even thinking twice I raised my hand up as to smack the rear window, and yelled "what are you doing, you FREAKING RETARD!!!"
It was one of those things where you don't really realize what you are doing/saying until after it happens and then you are left kind of shell shocked. I mean, I yelled this really loud. And the person stopped backing up after I yelled this and looked at me.
Workplace awkwardness: 1
Kayleigh: 0
Chicago, My Kind of Town
Come on,
Baby don't you wanna go
back to that same old place -
Sweet Home, Chicago
2 comments:
HAHAHA! That is awesome. How was work the next day?
Hahaha luckily for me this happened the day before I went to L.A. for a few days...it provided a nice buffer between said awkwardness and the present. I haven't seen this person since, thankfully!
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