Post # 1
Some company person came into the office unannounced today, as he was drifting around from office to office, I wasn’t really paying attention and then he poked his head in….the first thing I notice is a HUGE owie looking cold sore on his lip….and I was totally bummed for him, cause that’s got to suck….he sticks his hand out, introduces himself and I totally fail with
“Hi, I’m Nona Coldsore…..”
Post # 3
Oh my. Totally something I would do. Yikes!
Post # 4
@Nona99: Ooooh no!! Hahahaha what did he say?!
Post # 5
@PermaStudent: He laughed and I apologized profusley, he said my reputation as a smart ass preceeded me and heard I was funny as hell….I would have been embarassed but I kind of dig the fact that he owned his coldsore…you know?
Post # 7
@Nona99: That’s perfect, so glad that he wasn’t the type to get all flustered and pissed off at what was obviously an accident! I would have dropped dead if I were you, so I guess your smart ass reputation came in handy 😉 How Austin Powers of you!
Post # 10
@Nona99: OH NO! Hahaha, that’s something I would do. I’m glad he had a sense of humor about it!
Post # 11
Haha! I love how grossed out everyone always gets by cold sores, even though (supposedly) like 80% of the US population has the virus that causes them. Neither DH nor I have it (as far as we know, at least — neither of us has ever had a cold sore in our lives) and we act like we’re God’s Chosen Ones or something (everyone else in my immediate family has it except me — those pigs!!)
Post # 12
Oh god, that poor person! And how embarassing for you. LOL I would have wanted to crawl under my desk.
Post # 13
@TLDR: This, yes!
@Nona99: At least you didn’t introduce yourself as Nona Herpes, that could have been embarassing for the both of you.
Post # 14
@TLDR: I was thinking that! Ha ha.
Post # 15
OH NO YOU DI ENT!! Bahaha I’m dying!
Post # 16
Nona, I hope you don’t mind, but I have to share my derp story from today. DH and I went to a restaurant with a couple of friends today on our break. We go here all the time. We walk in and find out they changed their prices on happy hour, but are getting 5 new beers. (We get beers about once a week during happy hour). Well, my friend G didn’t hear the part about the new beers, so I said, “Hey, did you hear what she said? Five new beers?”
The person ringing us up was not a she, but a he. O_O
He looks like a girl we used to know, so I always think he’s a girl – but I’m sure I’m the only one. I said it loud enough where my friend noticed my slip up, and so did the cashier. I look over, just to be sure, and the guy’s nametag says, “Jake.” I think we may not be going back for a little while. 😛