A glittery faux pas (or "Out, damned spot! Out, I say!â€)
Wednesday, August 25, 2010 10:03 PM
I'm in the break room at my office, still in a good mood from my little strip club adventure the night before, when I notice one of my younger female co-workers staring at me. When I look up at her she says, “You have something on your cheek.â€
She reaches over and I feel her scrap something off with her fingernail. She holds her finger out so we can both examine it. “Gee, Steve, “ she says with a smile, “that looks like…glitter.â€
I suddenly remember I'm late for an important meeting and rush out, wondering how in the hell it stayed on through two showers and my morning shave.
So, anyone else ever have a glittery faux pas?
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