May I Help You?

The other day I was standing in the hall at work talking with some male coworkers. Why I mentioned they were male, I'm not sure. But they were and are males. Any how, Brian's boss, Chuck, walks past us and into another coworkers office. We didn't hear anything when he walked in, but we continued our discussion on Pit Bulls. We were talking about Pit Bulls because there have been several news stories lately about Pit Bull attacks. I was telling these men that I have a Pit Bull and she is the damn sweetest thing to ever grace the Earth. I'm pretty certain she wouldn't hurt a fly. I never worry about her with the kids, or even the baby for that matter, and I hate hearing these stories about crazy Pit Bulls. So there we are talking, talking, talking for about ten minutes or so.

Next thing we hear is Ross exclaim, "what are you doing? How long have you been there? How much porn did you see?" He was talking to Chuck, who just sat in Ross's office for ten minutes not saying a word. It was the strangest thing. Why would you not make a noise or mention your presence? We were all in shock. I didn't even think that Ross was in there and that was the reason for the silence. Whatever dude. I told Brian he and his boss make a good match. Both oddballs.