Best tricks for office quickies

here is an example of how you can have it done!

“That is such a pretty skirt,” one of my co-workers remarked as I walked past her.

I looked down to refresh my memory about what I was actually wearing before replying.  “Thanks!  It is pretty, but it will be a miracle if I don’t kill myself in it.  It is so long, and I already got tangled up in my chair today!”  I noticed that she seemed out of breath so I asked why.

“I just was in the bathroom, and I heard banging. I thought someone was trying to come in.  But when I went out, no one was there, but I still heard it, so I called out.  A guy heard me and yelled ‘help’.  Somehow he got himself locked in the bathroom.”

“How is that even possible?” I asked.

“Beats me… But he did.  So I just ran all through the building to find the maintenance man to let him out.”

A few moments later I was in the bathroom. The whole time I was there I couldn’t stop thinking about how some guy got himself in such a pickle. It was crazy to me.  As I twirled around to flush I got myself into my own pickle.   The bottom of my skirt landed in the bowl!

In my office BUILDING!

A PUBLIC bathroom!

 BEFORE I could flush!!!

 EWWW…

And I am a germ-a-phobic!

I thought I was going to die… I inspected the damage, and realized that only the tip touched the water, it was barely wet…. But there was no way I was going to be able to continue my day sitting in a skirt that was a biohazard.  Fortunately for me, Macy’s is across the street from my office.

I didn’t dawdle.  I ran back to my office, grabbed my wallet and headed over.  With tunnel vision I headed to the section that had the skirts and dresses.  In record time, I grabbed two skirts and one dress.  “Where is the dressing room?” I asked an employee. She pointed the direction.  “Great!  But one thing… whatever I decide on buying I have to leave the store in.  Is that OK?”

“Sure,” she answered.  “Do I want to ask why?”
“Believe me, you don’t,” I answered as I fled to the dressing room.  Since I liked the dress the best I tried that on first. It fit, I liked it, and it was a done deal.  Afraid to take the label off in case secret security was standing by, I just walked out holding my skirt as far away from me as possible to the register that was manned by the lady I just spoke to.

“All set?” she asked.

“Yep!” I answered as I opened my wallet.

“Where are the tags?”

“On the dress, I was afraid to remove it.”

“Ok, bend down. I will get them.” I did as I was told.

“Is there a security tag on it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come here,” she directed as she proceeded frisk me until she was able to find the device.  “Got it!  After all, you don’t want to beep when you leave her, do you?”

And I honestly answered, “Well, I could think of worse things that could happen….”

At least I love the dress…. And I was back at my desk in less than fifteen minutes…