“How my I help you, sir?” Sir looks at me inappropriately, “Oh, let me count the ways.” I’m at work and I can’t offer a proper Claudia-esque rebuttal. I stare back. “You never read Shakespeare in high school?” he asked condescendingly. “Yes,” I responded, “I know Shakespeare, I’m not a fan of his hyperpatriarchal heteronormative work.” “Please don’t be offended, I was just teasing ya.” “As always, I’m all business, sir.”
What I’d give to kick this pervert in the privates…
foreverdaydreamer said:
#1 reason why i miss my office in the back of the bank…not in the lobby :/
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claudzilla posted this
this is where I dump my precious inarticulate beautiful thoughts on.
