To Debbie, with the insulted expression, whom's name is embroidered on her work blouse:
I was looking for your name so I could be polite and say "Thank you Debbie" I was not looking at your large breasts, or notice that they were almost falling out because your top two buttons weren't buttoned.
I don't know why this made me laugh, but it did...
ReplyDeleteI have been known to look directly at a nametag, repeat the name, and then ask "What do you call the other one?"
ReplyDeleteThey never have a name for it. No forethought anymore.