Wednesday, December 23, 2009
That purple shawl. That big laugh.
It is a moderately huge round table which accomodates 8 people. T and i are sitting opposite the manager. The manager is a very helpful and responsible personality with an absolutely intrigueing sense of humor. No doubt he gets naggy and sarcastic at times, he is still a very sane human in my eyes. Who isn't anyway.
Manager: Helen, come here, tell me what are you trying to say here.
H: Ok sure. (whenever i am called to explain something to him, it feels like a shark waiting to bite me hard and raw)
After 5 minutes of interacting with the very sane human, i realise that the air surrounding me is freezing my inner soul.
H: T, can you throw me my shawl, its getting cold here.
T: (looked around my chair and grabbed hold of my purple shawl and prepared an invasive launch)
The next thing that happened was that this beautiful purple shawl landed right in my manager's face with a big tight slap. All thanks to T's impossible aiming skills, my manager's head was wrapped with a purple shaw for approximately 4 seconds before it slides down gracefully revealing his speechless face.
After these 4 seconds, T and me laughed loudly for a another good 2 minutes.
Now, we are probably his favourites :)
She slaps at 1:32 PM