creepy is as creepy does or should I say; bob is as bob does
so there i stood. gazing out on the spectacular view our conference room has to offer. just past a narrow strip of parking lot there is rollings hills with green and fall colors.
as my sight lowers to the cars parked peacefully below i spy something a little out of the ordinary.
or is it?
Behold, There Bob stood. a confident captain at the bow of his vessel. No, really, Bob was taking his smoke break on his boat which was parked in the parking lot.
WHAT!?!?
Then.. TTHHheeennnn... Bob returns to the cubes and strike up conversation with a woman. Her identity remains unknown, I chose to remain concealed in my Cubicle rather than pop my head up and stare around - this is something that Bob does, and let's face it I don't want to be creepy. (So I'll just recount his activities for friends and family on a regular basis. in shocking detail, because that's not creepy at all...)
Anyways. He refers to his boat, of coarse, in the first seconds-worth of "coversation" with woman.
Woman obliges and laughs where it was appropriate, but judging from the tone was as ready to make a break for it as cat in a pillow case.
He asks to borrow her power washer... for his boat, obviously. She tries to change the subject and gently say no, but he presses on.
you gotta give it to him, the man has perseverence.
So then he eventually gets her to conceed to him borrowing her power washer. for his boat.
she tells him he can come by and pick it up.
"Oh I don't need to take it. I'll just wash my boat at your house."
I don't think that was how she saw this going, Bob.
So then Bob has to get her number. AH HA! now we get to the crux of the matter. your boat and the power washer were all a facade to mask your intentions of "getting at her".
So she begrudgingly doles out her digits. She says to give her a call and if she's not home her daughter will be there.
enter creep out moment of the week
"oh ... apparantly I don't get along so well with peoples' daughters. It's a long story, I'll tell you later."
ummm......
I don't know just what to think or say about that.
Besides; Bob, you're not helping yourself out in the creepy department when you make comments like that. And PS, why do you talk so loud anyways?
as my sight lowers to the cars parked peacefully below i spy something a little out of the ordinary.
or is it?
Behold, There Bob stood. a confident captain at the bow of his vessel. No, really, Bob was taking his smoke break on his boat which was parked in the parking lot.
WHAT!?!?
Then.. TTHHheeennnn... Bob returns to the cubes and strike up conversation with a woman. Her identity remains unknown, I chose to remain concealed in my Cubicle rather than pop my head up and stare around - this is something that Bob does, and let's face it I don't want to be creepy. (So I'll just recount his activities for friends and family on a regular basis. in shocking detail, because that's not creepy at all...)
Anyways. He refers to his boat, of coarse, in the first seconds-worth of "coversation" with woman.
Woman obliges and laughs where it was appropriate, but judging from the tone was as ready to make a break for it as cat in a pillow case.
He asks to borrow her power washer... for his boat, obviously. She tries to change the subject and gently say no, but he presses on.
you gotta give it to him, the man has perseverence.
So then he eventually gets her to conceed to him borrowing her power washer. for his boat.
she tells him he can come by and pick it up.
"Oh I don't need to take it. I'll just wash my boat at your house."
I don't think that was how she saw this going, Bob.
So then Bob has to get her number. AH HA! now we get to the crux of the matter. your boat and the power washer were all a facade to mask your intentions of "getting at her".
So she begrudgingly doles out her digits. She says to give her a call and if she's not home her daughter will be there.
enter creep out moment of the week
"oh ... apparantly I don't get along so well with peoples' daughters. It's a long story, I'll tell you later."
ummm......
I don't know just what to think or say about that.
Besides; Bob, you're not helping yourself out in the creepy department when you make comments like that. And PS, why do you talk so loud anyways?
posted by emily harrison at 10:30 AM
2 Comments:
Emily, your bob sagas crack me up...thanks for making me laugh out loud in a public place : ). Happy Thanksgiving!!
GROSS! Bob is GROSS! He won't talk to me after I yelled at him for suggesting that I was wearing my belt too high...
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