The twat from work
Apparently the bloke who has seriously been pissing off both me and B at work, as well as pushing the techie guys as close to the edge they will go, he came to visit us on Friday afternoon, while I was off having my hair done.
Both B and W were full of it this morning.
“Hey, guess who came to visit us on Friday afternoon?”
“Erm, the Queen?”
“No. Who works somewhere else, but has been a pain in the arse for weeks now.”
“Oh, it was M? Ooh, does he look like the total pathetic geek we imagined.”
They both smirked.
“Most definitely not. Very different in fact. You’d have had real issues dealing with him.”
Puzzled, I asked, “Why?”
W shows me a picture of him on her phone (apparently they asked him to pose, so they could show a picture of him to me - God knows what he thinks of that) while B startes to describe him.
“He’s about 6 foot 4, long black hair in a pony tail, proper hairy biker bloke.”
Damn it!!!! And I missed him.
B laughed at me when I asked, “Are those leather trousers he’s wearing?”
“Oh no, even I’d have swooned if they had been (she being similarly attracted to hairy, biker-type men), but they were just black jeans.”
That would have been a tough one though - someone who I despise so much at work, being of the build and look that makes me go weak at the knees - how would I handle it?