Twice in the past week, I have embarrassed myself in front of contractors at work.
A week ago, a technician came out to fix a leak in the pipes. When he was done, I asked him if he had to cut the pipe out and he said no.
"See this rubber seal? It has a divot. It looks like they pinched it when they installed it so it's been leaking for quite a while. And any time you put a hole in a rubber, there's a geyser."
It is a credit to my dirty mind that I instantly went to the naughty place when he said that. It is a credit to my professionalism that all I said in response was "Well I'm glad it is fixed." And then promptly went downstairs to tell JS because I felt someone else should be laughing with me.
Then today, a came by to pick up some paperwork and I said, "I will be right downstairs to take over but first I have to do Loomis." Which sounds pretty tame. But both as soon as I said it, the man and I both looked at each other and started laughing. and I lamely added "...ahhh. The delivery."
I am a classy lady and it is moments like these that make that evident.
And to address the elephant in the room. Yes, Wednesday is my birthday. And no, I don't care.
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