Thursday, March 20, 2008

How I know I have the humor of a 13 year old boy...

So I'm selling Butter Braids (a pastry thing) for the Great Dane Rescue. I HATE asking people to buy things so the order form is on the end of my desk. Right next to the picture of a mouse in boxing gloves...but that's another story.

Anyway, my co-worker, Lance, came over to sign up for the Butter Braids. He has already mentioned that he didn't like I said "If you don't like them, don't purchase one" because I really hate the feeling like I have to purchase something for some cause just because someone asked me. Anyway, he said that he would buy one and that he would just give it away or something. He said that they'd give it to someone in his family...then he followed it with, "we usually just give it to her mom."

From over the cube, a small, hesitant voice said, "That's what she said."


I laughed so hard I almost started crying.

1 comment:

Ginger said...

OK, I would've died laughing, too. And my maturity level is definitely on par with junior high humor. That's not a bad thing. In fact, I use this as gage to know who my real friends are..
If you don't laugh, we're done. So laugh, damn-it!