Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Take this job and shove it up your butt.

The following conversation didn't happen very long ago. So far, it stands as the high point of my day. It's one of those instant messaged conversations that should be acted out one day. A play, perhaps?

The setting? Cubicle-land. The song having just played? "Take This Job and Shove It," by the one, the only, the aptly-named ... Johnny Paycheck.

She: "So. What's up with the country music?"

He: "Oh, didn't you hear it? It was 'Take This Job and Shove It.'" (A good tune to end the day on, I might add.)

She: "Ha, ha ... I heard shove it!"

He (clearly amused now): "You know what that means, right?"

She: "Yeah. Shove it in your butt."

(pause for surprise tears, uncontrollable high-pitched girly laughter, an accidental snort)

He: "Um, I guess I never thought about it that way. Shoving a job in my butt."

She: "No, up someone else's butt. You don't say shove it in my butt ... you say shove it up your butt."

Aaaaand, scene! Would that this day had lasted longer, so that this conversation had lasted longer, earning even more laughter. Thank you, Johnny Paycheck. Thank you, blessed co-worker who didn't clearly known why she was so funny. I am filled with all kinds of gratitude.

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