If my coworkers all died in a fire, I wouldn't feel too bad.
January 16th, 2016
After preparing to leave work yesterday, I was accosted by one of the old ladies that ostensibly works there. It wasn't really naked aggression so much as a strange, offhand remark that I didn't really see coming, what with me generally being on good terms with this lady. But then again, these people switch the allegiences of their cliques and tribes so fast that I can't keep track of it, so what do I know?
Anyway, I was collecting all of my stuff into my gym bag, and she asked me if I needed a bigger purse to hold all of my stuff. So I stopped, looked at her, looked at the bag, looked at her again, and said 'Sure!' That's another of my go-to replies when I don't really know what to say to someone who's being an obnoxious prick, like how people like to comment on how brave I am for wearing a Day-Glo ™ pink T shirt now and then.
But really? Purse? You never hear people accusing salaried turds carrying a briefcase of hauling a purse around. And yet lugging my gym bag about the building is somehow emasculating? Maybe I should just go to one of those obnoxious automotive accessory stores and buy me a big set of truck nuts, so I can hang them from my gym bag to ensure she doesn't make that mistake again. Heck, maybe I can hang three or four pairs of balls from my bag.
I'm sure the management would whine, but that might be worth it to see her face.