So, there I am enjoying my yummy coconut donut while I am working at my desk. About an hour after I was done, I had to deliver a file to my boss (who seems to be a nice man, but I wouldn't really know seeing as how he intimidates the hell out of me and I have just recently gotten over breaking out into a cold sweat when he would ask to talk to me about something). As I open my mouth to talk to him, I notice that there is this sticky feeling on the right corner of my mouth. I raise my hand to my mouth as I am talking to Mr. Boss Man and whaddya know - the entire lower part of my mouth is covered in glaze! In a split second I had to decide to either:
A.) Leave it there and allow it to crackle and flake off onto my shirt with every word I spoke
B.) Try to lick it off and risk getting a sexual harrassment complaint filed against me
C.) Try to inconspiciously wipe the glaze off with my hand
Nothing could get me out of this embarrassing situation, so I went with option C. It appeared to be the safest option. But just for good measure, I reflexively flung the excess dried glaze onto the floor of his office. Well, it was better than eating it, right?
1 comment:
You are too funny! I am dying just picturing that scene. And your stupid picture of that delicious looking donut make me scrounge around to find candy that was leftover from Christmas. I have no self-control!
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