So, going on vacation, huh?
Coworker: Well, my wife is not going on vacation with me.
Me: Why not?
Coworker: She doesn't think she can handle the plane ride.
Me: Can you drug her?
Coworker: It's not that. She has a condition where she needs to be able to get to a bathroom quickly.
Me: (flashing back to a car ride a few years ago when this same coworker told me if I were to buy a home, especially one I planned to retire in [I was 30 years old at the time], I should really consider making sure it has a bidet. Then he went into detail about why his wife needs a bidet which included something about lack of sphincter control.) Oh. {trying not to look grossed out.}
Coworker: Yeah, and now she has an infection that just won't seem to go away.
Me: (please stop talking, please stop talking.)
Coworker: That infection just makes her other condition worse.
Me: (Omigod, please don't tell me about her other condition)
Coworker: but she has been back and forth.
Me: To the bathroom?
Coworker: About the trip.
(Then he gives ME a quizzical look.)
Me: Why not?
Coworker: She doesn't think she can handle the plane ride.
Me: Can you drug her?
Coworker: It's not that. She has a condition where she needs to be able to get to a bathroom quickly.
Me: (flashing back to a car ride a few years ago when this same coworker told me if I were to buy a home, especially one I planned to retire in [I was 30 years old at the time], I should really consider making sure it has a bidet. Then he went into detail about why his wife needs a bidet which included something about lack of sphincter control.) Oh. {trying not to look grossed out.}
Coworker: Yeah, and now she has an infection that just won't seem to go away.
Me: (please stop talking, please stop talking.)
Coworker: That infection just makes her other condition worse.
Me: (Omigod, please don't tell me about her other condition)
Coworker: but she has been back and forth.
Me: To the bathroom?
Coworker: About the trip.
(Then he gives ME a quizzical look.)
Buggie spilled her guts for you at 8/22/2006 11:15:00 AM
8 Comments:
Eww eww! Why is it that some people think it's okay to talk about things like that? Please tell me you grimaced as he said this/
What the.......
who wakes up in the morning and says to themselves, "today is a good day to talk about my wife's problems in her nether region."
...and now people are looking at me funny after I laughed out loud at "To the bathroom?"
((blank stare))
Why? why?
Why do some people feel the need to share too much?
If I were his wife, I would kill him. Can you imagine everyone at your sig. other's office knowing all of your troubles?
I can't understand how he does not see my eyes glaze over and my hand reaching for the panic button that is not there. If only I worked at a convenience store. But then the cops would get mad after a while.
Cops: Oh Buggie, stop calling us to make him stop telling you icky stuff about his wife.
Oh my gosh...um, I only skimmed over who said what and at first, I thought you were talking about YOUR wife and then I read on in disbelief that you were outing Marci's secrets in such a way. Oh my gosh!
Oh. My. Eeeew....
Is this the same guy who says "Wake up"?
I'll bet that the company picnics are pretty interesting!
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