Saturday, 7 February 2009

Words shouted at me…

…by a very drunk former colleague, whom I had not seen in a long time, at about midnight yesterday:

'OH MY GOD! I USED TO WORK WITH YOU ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO! THE ONE THING I REMEMBER ABOUT YOU IS THAT YOU HAD THE SOFTEST ARMS IN THE WORLD! [Feels my arm] THEY'RE STILL REALLY SOFT! WELL DONE! YOU SHOULD MAKE MONEY OUT OF THOSE!'

In an evening of peculiar observations about my person, I was standing in the pub with Mrs G – both of us were wearing black, coincidentally both sporting a puffed sleeve, Mrs G with a small ruffle around the neckline of her top – and a man told us we looked like Elizabethan lesbians. 

It displays a kind of creativity I admire in an unflattering personal comment.

4 comments:

Gorilla Bananas said...

Are you sure he was being unflattering? A lot of men fantasize about lesbians, so I've heard.

Miss Jones said...

Gay men?

miss w said...

You do have very soft arms though. It's something I would remember about you, if it hadn't been replaced by all the other more interesting things to remember about you.

It's funny, because you'd think in your/our line of work, feeling of each other's arms wouldn't be a top priority, and yet everyone seems to have done it.

Miss Jones said...

I think perhaps it was something to do with the nature of my job. People constantly felt they had to stroke or pat me consolingly over the state of the flatplan.