A quick conversation

[Becks]

So we have a new greenhouse outside, to try to make customers think that our flowers are better than they are. Or something.

Anyhoo... There's signs on the greenhouse telling employees not to throw smokey treat butts, garbage and/or gum on the ground. No spitting, either.

OK...don't worry...I'm getting there.

So I get to work and am finishing a smokey treat, standing by the floral door. The owner comes out and sees me smoking. He asks me if I smoke (I don't know...Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe ) and says it goes in the ashtray. I finish that cigarette then go to talk to some coworkers farther along the wall.

After about a minute or two, he says to me that smoking is bad for your health. I smirk, like I do, and he noticed and said that I shouldn't get mad. "I'm not mad, I'm just wondering if I should say to YOU what I say to everyone else who says that to me."

"What, are you going to tell me to fuck off?" (Like I'd do that to the owner. I kinda like my job.) "No, I wouldn't say that!!!" I insist.

"Don't be afraid. Go ahead and say it."

"Well, if you insist...I have an oral fixation!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yeah, I didn't need to know that."

"You told me to tell you!!!!!!"

And I nearly fell over laughing.

[powerboy]

Yeeeaaahhhh. Exit, stage right even

[Darkwish]

Well, he DID insist!

[Becks]

He's been avoiding me since then.

I think.

Days can go by without an owner sighting.