Dishing it Out

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Two managers are in my cube, loudly discussing images for a brochure (or brox as we type it in the biz) while the poor print designer cringes underneath their complaints.

“I am utterly sick of looking at over-water cabins in Tahiti,” one belts out to no one in particular, “And look at this one,” she says pulling a print out from the pile. “Look at that. That is so gay.”

Pause.

My glazed over eyes look up from my monitor. I’m a bit shocked and angered that she said this because we’ve been working side by side for nearly two years. She sees my face. Visions of calling HR dance in my head.
“Not that there’s anything wro-” she tries to get out that old old old Seinfeld joke.

“That’s ok, you ugly breeder,” I respond loudly.

We lock eyes. We start to laugh.

I think she’s laughing because ‘we understood each other’. I’m laughing because I got away with calling her ugly.

11 thoughts on “Dishing it Out”

  1. FurryWolf

    …I think the frozen raspberries and the raspberry jam in my fridge will be there for a long time now. Also…septic cunt drip. Hmm. Is that anything like, well…we should not go there!…

  2. Brian

    was one visual I wanted to type, but since Iincessantly feel the need to communicate in a manner that at best combines the best of autism along with dyslexia, I didn’t proof read what I wrote.

  5. Dead Robot

    I feel a disturbance in the gay force. Like millions of queens screaming out in disgust and then suddenly silenced.

  8. andrew

    the trouble is, most heterosexuals (and a lot of homos) don’t see ‘breeder’ as an insult.

    since she’s a manager, if it happens again just say ‘i’ll be off speaking to a lawyer for a few hours now. don’t let your septic cunt drip on anything of mine during the rest of your very short term of employment here’.

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