So, I'm at the day job, examining some pistons out of a test engine, and my hands get really oily. Nothing that hasn't happened a thousand times before. Well, this guy, not sure where he came from, sees me in the hallway on my way to the bathroom to wash my hands. This is what he says to me, very loudly and in the midst of at least ten people:
"MAKE SURE YOU WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER YOU HANDLE THEM GREASY PARTS!!! IF NOT, YOU'LL GET TESTICULAR CANCER! ESPECIALLY IF YOU TOUCH YOUR PECKER AFTERWARDS!!!"
Pecker? Really? Pecker? In mixed company?
I scampered into the bathroom as quickly as I possibly could so as not to be connected with this man any further than I already was. As I entered the doorway he was still back there in the hallway going on about the various ways you can tell you've got testicular cancer.
I waited in there for a long time until I was sure he was gone.
2 comments:
Some men never grow up. Some men write about them on their blogs. :D
Billy Ford should really mind his manners!
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