My bestie/co-worker has had an awful couple of days. Our employer has a strict policy in regard to driving company vehicles and tickets/wrecks. She had a fender bender over the weekend and has been beyond stressed over it. She was on the phone with her insurance company in a back office, with the door shut. I could see through the window, next to the shut door, that her face was contorting poltergeist style and her blood pressure was rising. I'm the office comic relief, or so I believed. I make a silly face and motion to smile. *No reaction* I begin to do a dance reminiscent of the girls in a Robert Palmer video. *Nostril flare* Tough audience, but I'm not giving up. I pull down the front of my dress and smash my boobs against the window with an exaggerated sexy face......
*Slight eye roll and chair turn*
That made things awkward. I walked away. Defeated.
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