At the airport with a coworker
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:35 pm
I was in NY last week for some corporate meetings and have a nice story I wanted to share...
There's a girl from our company that lives in Detroit that I've known for a couple of years now. We've become sort of "professional" friends as we have a lot in common and tend to hang out whenever we see each other at company meetings. She's pretty cool, and might I add quite attractive! She was also at these meetings but she really caught my attention on the last day because she was wearing a skirt with black tights with black satin pumps. Very odd for her since she is always in pant suits.
Anyway, we happen to have the same flight back since she's connecting through Chicago and I live there. We get a ride to the airport together and she's telling me how she needs to change into her flats as her feet are killing her. We get caught in God awful traffic and I'm thinking we're going to miss the flight. We get to the airport about 10 minutes before boarding time and she wants to pull out her flats from her suitcase. I tell her to forget it because there's no time. We check our bags and as we print our boarding pass we learn that the flight has been delayed for two hours! The bags were already gone and she was none too pleased with me! She took off her shoes and started walking without them.
We decide to sit at an airport bar for a couple drinks and she keeps complaining that her heels are killing her and she has her shoes off. WHAT A SIGHT!!!!! She keeps rubbing her feet and jokingly telling me it's my fault. WHAT A SIGHT!!!! She kept flexing her feet and bending them on the ground the whole time. WHAT A SIGHT! Then, she turns to me and says, and I quote, "I should make you massage my feet for this. Had I changed shoes I'd be a lot more comfortable right now." I almost spit out my scotch when she said that. So I say to her, "Don't think the wife would appreciate that", and she retorts, "Why? It's just my feet". It's funny, because her response sounded somewhat logical to me at the time, LOL... but I still passed.
I got home that night and after changing my clothes my wife asked how my trip was. I was about to tell her what happened, but quickly realized she probably wouldn't find any humor in the story so I kept it to myself.
There's a girl from our company that lives in Detroit that I've known for a couple of years now. We've become sort of "professional" friends as we have a lot in common and tend to hang out whenever we see each other at company meetings. She's pretty cool, and might I add quite attractive! She was also at these meetings but she really caught my attention on the last day because she was wearing a skirt with black tights with black satin pumps. Very odd for her since she is always in pant suits.
Anyway, we happen to have the same flight back since she's connecting through Chicago and I live there. We get a ride to the airport together and she's telling me how she needs to change into her flats as her feet are killing her. We get caught in God awful traffic and I'm thinking we're going to miss the flight. We get to the airport about 10 minutes before boarding time and she wants to pull out her flats from her suitcase. I tell her to forget it because there's no time. We check our bags and as we print our boarding pass we learn that the flight has been delayed for two hours! The bags were already gone and she was none too pleased with me! She took off her shoes and started walking without them.
We decide to sit at an airport bar for a couple drinks and she keeps complaining that her heels are killing her and she has her shoes off. WHAT A SIGHT!!!!! She keeps rubbing her feet and jokingly telling me it's my fault. WHAT A SIGHT!!!! She kept flexing her feet and bending them on the ground the whole time. WHAT A SIGHT! Then, she turns to me and says, and I quote, "I should make you massage my feet for this. Had I changed shoes I'd be a lot more comfortable right now." I almost spit out my scotch when she said that. So I say to her, "Don't think the wife would appreciate that", and she retorts, "Why? It's just my feet". It's funny, because her response sounded somewhat logical to me at the time, LOL... but I still passed.
I got home that night and after changing my clothes my wife asked how my trip was. I was about to tell her what happened, but quickly realized she probably wouldn't find any humor in the story so I kept it to myself.
