why I love to work with men

[crankylex]

I work in construction, which means that the term 'sexual harassment' has yet to reach the vocabulary of many of my male co-workers.

Fortunately, I am as filthy as they are, so we have a good time.

In the kitchen this afternoon:

Me (leaning against fridge): He's such a fucking moron.
J (staring): ...
Me: What?
J: You really have one hell of a rack.
Me: I know this.
J: And that purrrrrrrple sweater! Can I...you know, rub up against you?
Me: Uh, no.
J: But I bought you that piece of sweet potato pie! Your favorite! I bought food, now you have to put out. It's like a rule!
Me: You did, didn't you.
J: *pleading look*
Me: *sigh* Okay, make it quick. But from what I hear, that shouldn't be a problem for you.
J: *clutching chest* You are one hard hearted bitch, you know that?

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[malisita.livejournal.com]

Comments about my rack and the man's subsequent lack of sizeable penis always seem to happen in my circle of male friends as well. LOL.

Must be genetic.

But I heart you and admire you, Lex, hee, because I could never reach your level of hard-hearted bitchiness.