HUMOR
I Accidentally Became the Office Pervert
Luckily, my boss didn’t find out
“Good afternoon, Claire.”
I looked up from the wooden meeting table where I was sitting searching through a pile of paperwork.
“Good afternoon, ….” I trailed off.
Shit.
Was it Harry? Roger? Lucifer?
I watched him walk across the meeting room and set his briefcase down at the opposite end of the table.
I assume he needed a briefcase to carry around his sniffing glue.
He was the tech guy who came into our office periodically when our list of tech complaints grew long enough to interest him. He always wore a tight-fitting shirt buttoned tightly around his neck and a tie so long it could have tucked into his pants.
One of my coworkers commented on the length of his tie and how it often flapped around. She began referring to him as “Flaps” behind his back. I considered telling her that she had nicknamed him after labia but I chose to join in instead.
Flaps turned to stare at the large SMART board hanging on the wall behind me.
