Not The Favorite

Today at Big Red, one of our part-time people showed up to get some materials. She and I have sort of a, shall we say, complicated relationship. Most of the time, I think she looks at me like a waste of space and so I tend to over-compensate by smiling and agreeing a lot. It's been better lately enough so that she actually asked me how I was today.

And then I hear my boss say "What are you going to a wedding today?" and she comes back with "Excuse me? What do you mean by that?" She was wearing a pretty dress that could go dressy or casual and I was walking by I said to her "I think it's his way of saying you look nice today."

That seemed to appease her and things were good until he comes out of his office and for some unknown reason decided it was a good thing to say "Ok fine, I hate your dress."

Oh. My. God. I swear daggers flew out of my eyes and hit him square in the forehead. All I could think was "Jesus be quiet! I'm pretty sure it breathes fire when it's angry!"

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