I really enjoy my job. I don’t say this for the courtesy of my place of employment, it’s true, I like it. It’s just that sometimes I tend to get easily distra …
… anyways … At times these sidetrackedness turn into fact finding missions. Like the hunt to find the longest running TV show – which turned out to be a disappointing Meet the Press. Or researching famous vegetarians during my six month very successful attempt of being one (by “one” i mean vegetarian, not famous vegetarian). Here is where my little tale is going … “Ave” and I were walking down the hallway. It is pretty standard for me to wear 3″ heels, making me 5’9″. As we’re walking down the hallway I notice that I seem taller than “Ave”.
me: whoa ‘Ave’, i’m taller than you
Ave: no you’re not
me: um, yes i am. how tall are you?
Ave: i’m 5’10”
I go back to my basic math of realizing I’m 5’9″ in my heels and it dawns on me – he’s lying! (why do guys lie about their height, it is clearly visible how tall one is). We proceed to argue his height.
Ave: take off your shoes
me: this is stupid *taking of shoes*
Ave: you’re not 5’6″ or your heels are not 3″. Get a measuring tape.
me: “Ave” that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, why the heck would I have a stupid measuring tape at work?
Ave: then what’s that, over there, by your mug???
me: duh, those are slap bracelets