If you are going to complain about a co-worker following a meeting while in a public restroom with multiple stalls, it may behoove you to make sure said victim is not in the stall next to you.
I did my best not to look you straight in the eye and say ZING! I was quite composed and told both of you how wonderful it was to see you again.
Try again later, this obviously backfired on you.
Hugs and Kisses - Wicked
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I thought we had the discussion about public executions of the ignorant once before?
If not, you mercilessly kill one if front of everyone, and no one else will give you a problem.
CEO: I believe I have the memo in my hand. How unfortunate for the morons of the world.
Seriously, I think the look on both their faces was well worth the price of admission.
Oh, and don't you worry. Revenge is best served cold.
I really hope you at least made loud fart noises with your hands while she was snarking about you.
Did you raise your eyebrows and speak in an exaggerated tone?
Think of the contrapositive. If you start acting like a moron, don't you want to be put out of your misery as quickly as possible? Think of it as an act of humanity. Otherwise, they end up in mail order pharmacys working for Aetna.
Not that I have an opinion, you understand.
Sometimes people suck. I'm sorry.
Dont you love it when they make an ass of themselves rite in front of you?
t2ed: I was not that quick, dammit!
CEO: An act of humanity as a defense strategy? Do you know of a good lawyer?
Sophie: But of course.
Robin: They do indeed, thanks.
Dave: It was good for a laugh and a post.
This fondly reminded me of the time that my (then) boss was bitching to another boss about me, and I walked over and closed her door - saying "you may want some privacy to continue this conversation"
She called me in later and tried to back peddle, saying they were not talking about me at all...
Ah, I still smile at the thought of how she was sitting there squirming.
OMG...that reminds me of the time I was staying at my dad's house for the weekend. I was about...9 or 10? I got up to go to the bathroom. My dad and step mom had company over and they were down there talking shit about my mom. I sat at the top of the stairs and listened for a while, then went downstairs to "get a glass of water" and was sure to let them know they could continue talking about my mom, but to please wait until I went back to bed.
Dad, of course, backpeddled...but he really wasn't the one doing the talking...he didn't defend her though and let the others say their piece. He was the ONLY one I ever got an apology from.
Mom took care of them after I told her, though. LOL
Crazy Lady and HFS: Loose lips, sink ships....
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