Apr 3, 2013
Anonymous: The elevator at work stops for one of the dinosaurs - let’s call him Maurice. He’s probably worked there for 40 years, and he does the same thing, day in and day out. Maurice asks me, “Do you have a husband?” ”No.” ”A boyfriend?” I sigh. This is getting a bit embarrassing. ”Nope, no boyfriend.”
It’s Maurice’s turn to sigh. He turns and looks me straight in the face, with an extremely serious expression on his. ”Just don’t be bashful,” he says. ”Even if you have brown hair, don’t be bashful.” The doors open and he scurries away. Apparently, even septuagenarians known how to neg.
