Damn men…

Soup on the goI come back into the break-room, wait a few more seconds for the microwave to beep at me, then remove my soup and turn to head out the door.

Her (under her breath): “Damn men.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Pardon?”

She grimaces and shrugs. “You come in, put your soup in the microwave, set it for a couple minutes, go across the hall to use the restroom, and then make it back before the microwave is even done.”

I just laugh, “It was 90 seconds.” I lift my free hand and wiggle my fingers at her. “AND I washed my hands too.”

She doesn’t quite smile, “Like I said. Damn men.”

This must be that “male advantage” they keep telling me I have.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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