Wednesday morning I was sitting in a meeting and fighting boredom when a committee member, who is known to be very forgetful, was asked why he hadn’t gotten rid of a particular reminder yet. his response was, “I like my tickler to tickle me over and over again.”
yup… breathe, Tracy, breathe…
I very nearly blurted out, “ME TOO!!!”, and probably could have gotten away with it too (if I were the kind of person who could pull something like that off) because they all would have thought I was talking about reminders.
I’ve also endured conversations about how ticklish this one guy is and how his fiancé thinks it’s just a riot how he is climbing the walls if she touches his feet… been invited to pedicure parties… and had a coworker blurt out, “don’t you like feet?!”, when someone asked her why she spent so much time talking about hers.
I’ve only been working for these people for 6 months… God help me…
yup… breathe, Tracy, breathe…
I very nearly blurted out, “ME TOO!!!”, and probably could have gotten away with it too (if I were the kind of person who could pull something like that off) because they all would have thought I was talking about reminders.
I’ve also endured conversations about how ticklish this one guy is and how his fiancé thinks it’s just a riot how he is climbing the walls if she touches his feet… been invited to pedicure parties… and had a coworker blurt out, “don’t you like feet?!”, when someone asked her why she spent so much time talking about hers.
I’ve only been working for these people for 6 months… God help me…


Why is that?

I'm really a tickle wimp in a ler suit!



