Last week a guy from work and I had a bet on the football. The loser would have to ask another co-worker if she was pregnant. I wouldn’t usually go in for such a wager; however, this woman is the biggest cow I’ve ever met. Also, she’s put on a lot of weight over the last six months, so I could probably talk my way out of any embarrassment. Fortunately my team won and I was saved the trouble. The guy marched up to her first thing Monday morning with a friendly smile. I could see from my desk but I took a few steps in their direction so I could overhear.
“So when are you due?” he asked, casually pouring a coffee.
She looked at him sternly. “I’m not pregnant,” she snapped.
“I guess that makes sense,” he replied; “you can’t really get pregnant in the arse can you.”
“So when are you due?” he asked, casually pouring a coffee.
She looked at him sternly. “I’m not pregnant,” she snapped.
“I guess that makes sense,” he replied; “you can’t really get pregnant in the arse can you.”