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September 26, 2011

your boss plays matchmaker

While working today, one of the guys from the floral shop next door came over and asked if we had any pumpkin vases they could have for a display.  Excellent worker that I am, I went over the store and couldn't find anything for them, and he was very patient and was understanding when I came up empty handed.  Only, I had to ruin what could've been a nice, normal interlude with this delightful confusion.

Me: Sorry we don't have it.
Guy: That's ok.
Me: You too.

We paused.  Both of us, confused.

Me: That didn't make sense.
Guy (laughing): No.  It didn't.
Me: Okay!  Thank you.
Guy (laughing): You're welcome.

Then he left, only my boss had to know who the "cute guy was" and when she found out, of course I had to go over to the floral shop, because we just so happened to have a real pumpkin they could carve into a vase!  And despite my protests and my suggestions that we just call, it was pretty much understood that I was going to go to the floral shop.  What I was going to do I was unsure.  Use my wiles?  What wiles!

So I went and ensured that they knew that the pumpkin was from my boss and not me.  They could have it for free.  It was just lying around, but I wanted them to know that it was from my boss and not me.  I made sure to look at that guy so he knew.  I did my best not to glare.

Yeah, those are my wiles.