Quite possibly the most outragous request that has been asked of me, at work, to date. I know you're thinking, now, how in the heck could a question like that come up as a topic in a meeting?
Around this place, anything is possible.
Wednesdays are usually the 'Big Meeting' day for the production managers. Wednesdays are the days that HR and upper management decide to attend, Wednesdays are the days that any stragglers will attend with issues they feel need to be addressed, it is most assuredly a Wednesday when something completely humiliating and perverse will happen in front of the whole world.
Today was no different.
Mr. Brownstar had gone off on a tangent of some sort and began talking about music and Aretha Franklin. The New Guy, who was sitting directly to Mr. Brownstar's left, quickly corrected Mr. Brownstar and called her 'Urethra' Franklin.
"Oh, I take it you don't like Urethra?" Mr. Brownstar smiled, smoothing his goatee down with his palm.
"No." The New Guy was right to the point.
"Hmmmmm....." Mr. Brownstar turns, looks me in the eyes, and says "Hey, why don't you show me your urethra?"
I almost died. I'm certain my face turned bright red. Unable to stop myself, I started to laugh out of control and look over at Ellen.
"Woah!" Elen exclaims, a look of shock and humor splayed across her wrinkled up face. "That's about as bad as the 'cunt cap'." I can tell she's nearly speachless about the whole thing.
"Wait a minute..... What did I say? I don't think I meant that...." Mr. Brownstar is back peddling quickly. "I said 'show me your urethra' didn't I?" His face is beet red.
Shaking my head yes, I can see he has just now uncovered his faux paux.
"Oh my God, what did I mean? What's that thing in the back of your throat??" Mr. Brownstar is ready to drop dead of humiliation at this point.
"It's called a uvula," I'm so embarrassed I want to die, but I still give him the correct body part he was looking for.
By now, we are all laughing, even Obsessive Compulsive Ted, who, btw, was just about as red as I was at this point.
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8 comments:
Vula sounds like
someone's crotch.Oh boy these meeting are out of control.Sexual
harassment at it's finest!!!!!!
Mr Brownstar walking around with sweat pouring off his face talking
about body parts.
So...did he show him anything? LOL!
sophia - so, what's up with brownsar and that empty box?? You think he's still thinking about looking at my urethra?
I think so,it look to me he was grabbing his balls and tossing them into the air.I think that chili cookoff we had today went to his brain,he's actually looking for computer boards to wash when before he would get pissed off at even mentioning that.Dickhead!
As long as his balls don't come flying in my direction! LOL!!
You could bitch slap them?
Yeah, sounds like a plan.
Just like a man, throwing his balls at my urethra.
you go got milk
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