Just another office conversation
In which a colleague scares me
Last Wednesday, in the office kitchen, making a cup of tea. A random colleague with a history of attention-seeking pops her head round the door: “I had a dream about you last night.”
“Oh yes?”
“Yeah.” They looked around quickly, to see if anyone was within earshot. “I was naked, and tied up like this” – they mimed a hands-above-head position – “and you were whipping me!”
“Riiight.” Run away! I was thinking. Run away! “Um, better go and do some work. See you later.”