Since Old Guy Office Mate had his stroke a couple months back, he will occasionally get confused or mix up his words.
I usually don’t pay much attention to it.
But today, he was telling me about a TORT claim he was working on.
And when he said the guy had a FRACTURED SEMEN, I was like…*blink, blink*… “Come again?”
I was at K-mart the other night, because I am a high class shopper, and some old lady face-planted in the isle RIGHT IN FRONT of me.
She was following her husband through the store bitching at him when she tripped over the corner of a skid and down she went with a THUD! and all.
I think the only reason her husband stopped and turned around was because he got confused by the sudden sensation of sweet blissful silence.
I offered to help, and even asked if she was okay (because that was the only way to keep from pointing and laughing), but they both gave me the stinkeye like I had pushed her.
Here I was trying to be nice, and instead, I get nonverbally assaulted for a crime I didn’t commit.
So I waited until she got up, and I pushed her down again.
In my mind.
Be sure to look around and check out my new digs. It’s a work in progress.
Short post today, just to let you know I’m still alive, and because I am busy working on a Stickman Toon for the Duckfest winner – That One Mom.