This, however, would not likely have happened in any of the three offices in my department’s building that I had the pleasure of occupying. One office was adjacent to a very high-traffic hallway, and clearly the working space of no less than four people. The second had a window for which there was no shade nor blinds, thereby providing no privacy. Now, the third might have worked, as the window had a shade, but it was right next to a building entrance.
Were it my office, I would hope that I’d have the presence of mind to embarrass them by acting like nothing was out of the ordinary: “Please, carry on. Don’t mind me, I’ve got enough work to do here to keep me busy.”
To be honest, I was less amused than confused. Mainly because I would have kicked their naked asses out of my office almost immediately. And then hosed my desk down with some of that pink-hued industrial cleaner the janitors tote around on their carts.
Someone was offended that the man was screaming “SEXUAL HARASSMENT” and I’m thinking…what little cranial activity this guy uses to think its a good idea to boink a woman in someone else’s office..is now fully engaged in full penile throttle. They’re probably lucky he managed to screech out that much.
Holy crap. I can’t believe they told him to get out of his own office and accused him of sexual harassment. The correct response is: “Oh, shit! We’re outta here. Wicked sorry!”
If it were me, I’d be throwing heavy things at their heads the minute I heard “GET THE FUCK OUT.”
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Wow. I nearly sprayed my computer.
This, however, would not likely have happened in any of the three offices in my department’s building that I had the pleasure of occupying. One office was adjacent to a very high-traffic hallway, and clearly the working space of no less than four people. The second had a window for which there was no shade nor blinds, thereby providing no privacy. Now, the third might have worked, as the window had a shade, but it was right next to a building entrance.
Were it my office, I would hope that I’d have the presence of mind to embarrass them by acting like nothing was out of the ordinary: “Please, carry on. Don’t mind me, I’ve got enough work to do here to keep me busy.”
Oh my god. So funny. I love, “THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT!”
To be honest, I was less amused than confused. Mainly because I would have kicked their naked asses out of my office almost immediately. And then hosed my desk down with some of that pink-hued industrial cleaner the janitors tote around on their carts.
I was cracking up at the comments.
Someone was offended that the man was screaming “SEXUAL HARASSMENT” and I’m thinking…what little cranial activity this guy uses to think its a good idea to boink a woman in someone else’s office..is now fully engaged in full penile throttle. They’re probably lucky he managed to screech out that much.
LOL
Whoa – I’ve heard of stealing, but not sex. I guess all those studies about germy desks were right ;-)
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That’s funny, so did the HALF-NAKED MALE.
Nice, Auguste. Very nice.
Thanks! Remember me when Koufax nominations open.
:-P
Oh God, I hope that didn’t sound serious.
I am so nominating your ass.
Which half was naked?
And Lauren? Considering you work in a high school, I certainly hope nothing this exciting happens to you at work.
Holy crap. I can’t believe they told him to get out of his own office and accused him of sexual harassment. The correct response is: “Oh, shit! We’re outta here. Wicked sorry!”
If it were me, I’d be throwing heavy things at their heads the minute I heard “GET THE FUCK OUT.”
Sheelzebub, are you a Bostonian, by chance?
Which half was naked?
The pants half.
“The pants half” killed this thread? That’ll teach me. Oh, and someone nominate me for something too, you know, to recompense me for my trauma.
I grieve that the original poster did not have a cameraphone handy.
Even if I had, I doubt I’d have taken a picture of a half-naked woman in tears. Something about the thought bothers me.