Today my co-worker approached me and sternly informed me that I was not allowed to ‘take Christian away’ [a male stripper], because even though he “wanted to dance on me” [her words], he “still belongs to her” [creepy?].
She then went on to clarify this with multiple forms of the sentence “Christian is mine”, before walking back to her section of The Gap, and proceeding to fold baby shirts.
Like seriously, I’ve been to La Bare but once, and it was nearly a month ago. Even so, I’m vaguely sure I will hear about Christian every time we’re working together for the rest of my life. Which I suppose isn’t exactly the worst fate to befall [because he was incredibly fucking attractive], but she is just so awk about what happened. I’m positive that for some reason she’s under the impression that I ‘had an intimate moment with her man’ [who by the way is only ‘her man’ because he’s her favorite dancer to watch at the club], which assuredly did not happen.
Girl is cray.

Oh and we also had this conversation:
Her: “:walks up to me: Are you having fun?”
Me: “:folding toddler t-shirts: Oh, I’ve had more interesting days than this one.”
Her: ”Good. :walks away:”

WHAT? Hahahah

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