I was sitting in my car in the covered parking at work, sending a text or two before going in, when a coworker walked up, knocked on the window and said, “That only works in closed garages, not covered parking.” “What?” I asked. “Suicide,” he replied and walked away.
Later that day, I decided to attend a dance class in our building’s fitness center. Not wanting to worry about a locker, I decided to do something the guys in the IT department always do – change in the office. I only know they do this because they are in cubicles and I’ve seen them. Being that I am in an office, with an actual door, I decided to lock it and change. I was half dressed, thus, half undressed, when someone knocked on the door. “Hold, please,” I said and tried to expedite my wardrobe change. I opened the door to find the human resources director patiently waiting outside. Should have been an interesting wait considering I have windows. Luckily, they’re frosted.
I got to the dance class and found MissInformation ready and waiting. Unlike our human resources department, she has seen me, undressed, through unfrosted glass. We started dancing around and she started making disclaimers for me, “What happens in your office stays in your office…What happens in dance class stays in dance class…What happens in Virgin stays in Virgin…What happens in your box stays in your box.” “Stays in my box? Really?” I asked. She smirked, pivoted and repeated, “Stays.”