cattyann

So, the next day, my manager, Brian comes in. I didn’t really know to explain things to him. (You’ll have to read the first “he was all over me” to understand this. I just casually walked over to him and started singing, “you ate her husband, you ate her husband.” You know, in that sing songy voice, kids use all the time, the irratating one. Anyway, he just looks at me and says, “what are you talking about?” So I tell him. Now, if you didn’t read the first “he was all over me”, shame on you and you won’t know what’s going on here.
It is at this point, he screams, “uhhhhh” and starts wiping off his tongue with his hands, and who knows where those have been. Just kidding. He then runs to the mens room, which is fine by me, because it is at this point, I am laughing so hard, I can’t hardly see straight. He goes to the mens room and I, to the ladies (my mascare had began to run). I somehow compose myself and go and knock on the mens room door. I ask, “are you alright?” To which I hear a reply of, “when I get out of here, I am going to kill you.” So, needless to say, this may take a shrink for him to get over. I’ll be sure to let you know.