A couple of days after I wrote about gas and the passing of, and how I think, in appropriate contexts, people shouldn’t be nearly so uptight about it, Smart-Ass Coworker #1 came into my office.
“I saw something last night and thought of you.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yeah, I really wish I’d had your cell number so I could have sent you a picture.”
“Okay, out with it!”
“It was a bumper sticker that said, I heart – and it had a picture of a heart -” with this she drew an imaginary heart in the air in front of her chest. “to fart! It said, I heart to fart and I thought of you!”
“Somewhere my mother has just experienced a tsunami swell of pride.”
And then, the day I shared my jogging accident with the world (seriously people, we have to have a talk about how wide jogging paths are in relation to jogging strollers; the fact that people don’t have BRAKE LIGHTS on their BUMS; and if you’re speeding up to pass someone, tripping over the wheel of their gigantic stroller is fairly inevitable and not that ridiculous. But we’ll save that for another time.), Smart-Ass Coworker #2 emailed me.
To: Heather
From: SAC#2
Re: Something Totally Inane, I’m Sure
I got this coming in the mail for you…
Har-har!
Points for creativity! Naturally, I’ve been expecting the video to show up in a little brown parcel on my chair, and have been a little disappointed that, so far, nothing. Because, as we all know, it’s the follow-through that distinguishes a true smart-ass from an amateur. And I’d hate to think I was working with anything other than pros.
I fart, therefore I am.
Amen!
I completely believe in follow-through too!! Can’t wait to see what happens!
You’re fortunate to work with some great SACs. I have to say that the follow-through, or lack thereof, singles out the top notch ones.
Have a bit of that going on in my office as well. Gives me something to look forward to when I come to work…
My Ladyfriend and I have gotten to a high comfort level together and she has no problem passing gas around me (not around others of course as that would be improper and unseemly) But I Don’t mind at all since I know it must be love as she at least raises the far cheek to send the emissions in the opposite direction…..ahhhh romance.
Our cabdriver to the airport in New Orleans told us about a great bumper sticker he saw. “Save gas, fart in a jar.” Now my husband wants it, but I told him I’m not driving around in his car with that on the back of it, funny as it is.