Her name is S.

[Guest patona314]

Edgy DC wrote: S. was convincing. Fortunately for me, she has a stage-quality makeup job going, which, as you might guess, is pretty terrifying up close.

Phyllis Diller

[Benjamin Grimm]

I'm going to be at Dulles on Monday, December 4, probably dizzy from jetlag. Have her meet me at the airport so that I can get a look at her. I'll leave room in my digital camera for at least one photo of her so I can share it here.

Deal?

[Guest cooby]

My husband's cousin's wife thinks she's hot stuff, but everytime I see her I think she looks like Phyllis Diller

[Guest Edgy DC]

She made the Featured Archives.

She probably thinks this thread is about her.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Guess who just stopped into my office. The tee-shirt under her light corderouy blazer --- a tee-shirt sized to fit a malnourished 14-year-old --- told me that the the B, D, and 4 trains would get me to Yankee Stadium.

Her pouty pout told me she had a ton of sympathy for me and the Mets. But her pout was lying so I averted my eyes. But I had to avert my eyes from the tee-shirt also. The conversation got increasing awkward as I tried to figure out where to direct my gaze. It turns out that I have 30 tiles in my office ceiling. Who knew?

[nymr83]

nice to see she's still working with you, enjoy the view

[Guest Edgy DC]

Well, hey, that's the issue. I'm not going to let any Yankee fan turn me into the local Leery McGrabass.

Devil women like her know it and uses it against a person.

[nymr83]

don't grab, just look. Stare, even.

[Guest Iubitul]

Edgy - you are a wise man - stay away from the temptress - don't let the dark side beckon...

[Guest OlerudOwned]

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[Guest cooby]

Edgy DC wrote: Guess who just stopped into my office. The tee-shirt under her light corderouy blazer --- a tee-shirt sized to fit a malnourished 14-year-old --- told me that the the B, D, and 4 trains would get me to Yankee Stadium. Her pouty pout told me she had a ton of sympathy for me and the Mets. But her pout was lying so I averted my eyes. But I had to avert my eyes from the tee-shirt also. The conversation got increasing awkward as I tried to figure out where to direct my gaze. It turns out that I have 30 tiles in my office ceiling. Who knew?

Excuse me.
You work with annoying people and you only see them every 9 months? How do you manage that? I would really like to know how to avoid certain folks.

[Guest Edgy DC]

Well, I annoy them.

She had some time out of the office. But the fact is that I don't write about her unless she's being bedeviling.

[Guest cooby]

Edgy DC wrote: Well, I annoy them. She had some time out of the office. But the fact is that I don't write about her unless she's being bedeviling.

This dickhead I'd like to avoid is bedeviling all right. I'd like to bedevil his nuts off with my foot.

[Guest Edgy DC]

My office was a complete mess this morning, projects I never finished on one side and projects I never mean to on the other. It was a disgraceful place to call home and no dame with any real class would be caught dead there.

Which is why I shouldn't have been surprised to see S. darken my door six minutes later. Trouble in a skirt suit, her pout cried "comfort me."

"Sit down," I said to the skirt suit, "tell me your troubles." ("Oh this thing?" This is what I throw on when I don't have anything else to wear.") "Tell me your troubles." All professional-like.

Seems the Yankee boys had been playing her, promising one thing and delivering another. "You reap what you sow," I thought, but before I spoke I realized that reaping what you sow is what got me mixed up with this crazy dame. "Maybe it's a little payback, I says, " Seems to me you've been giving the hi-hat to Rodriguez for a while now, pumping up this Jeter fellow for no good reason. Kind of setting yourself up for one chump to let you down and the other boob to maybe not particularly care much."

"I love Alex! I do! It's just, so disappointing!"

Yeah, she loved him. She loved them all. Which is just another way of saying she loved nobody. I stood to cool myself with thoughts of the fat canary singing in that clip joint in the Bronx. I was gonna tell her I didn't care what sort of trash a bim like her ran around with. Tell her I was sick of getting in dutch over some two-bit tomato with a taste for the trouble boys. I opened my mouth, looked up, and saw her straightening her stockings and biting her lip, and the words just weren't coming.

That first gin was gonna come early today.

[TransMonk]

Classic.

[Guest holychicken]

God damn it. I am so jealous. I am an engineer that has pretty much only worked for small companies. Let's face the facts, hot women just don't tend to go into the field of computer/electrical engineering. I wish I knew how many tiles were above me in the lab.

[Frayed Knot]

Edgy's office has itself a serious dose of pulp friction.