This morning on the elevator a couple gentlemen
were already talking and joking with each other. The lone woman out of
five people (myself included) on the elevator got off on the second
floor. The rest of us, a maintenance man, two suits and myself, rode to
our floor.
One of the suits, the submissive one in the
conversation, said something about some professional therapy class he had to
take. The other suit replies with, “Jeeze, what is it? Shock
therapy?”
His counterpart laughed, “Yeah. What, you
haven’t had it?”
“Haha, I’ve been married for twenty years, I think
that’s shock therapy enough.” They chuckled. I shook my head and
walked down the hall as soon as the elevator doors opened. They followed
at a more leisurely pace.
Adding to what he thought was hilarious, the
dominant suit said, “I feel like I’ve been waterboarded already.
Nothing’s torture anymore.”
They guffawed until they were out of
earshot.
Tell me that guy doesn’t vote republican.
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