I had a staff of 5 women and every year during "National Secretaries Week" (I bet political correctness ended this) I would take them to lunch at a nice restaurant. I picked out a place and made a reservation, Sue, the oldest member of the staff, she was about 35, come in my office and asked where we were going to lunch? I told her and she said "Ugh, I hate that place, the food sucks, can we go to Le Fancy?"
Sue is a little out there, very good at her job, but the lives a little on the wild side. I told her I already had a reservation, I had been there many times and the food was great. Sue moans, says "If I show you my tits can we go to Le Fancy?" Before I had a chance to react Sue lifts up her shirt and bra and I'm staring a a pretty nice rack.
My office door is open, anyone could walk in, "Damn it Sue, stop that, you change the reservation, I'm busy".
Sue's flash only lasted a few seconds, but it still fresh in my mind many years later.
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