So I get in the elevator to leave work last week and there are 3 guys from Boeing (they share our building) already in there. We do the obligatory hi, hello, blah blah blah. I notice one guy keeps looking at the ceiling. Kinda weird cuz he’s having a conversation with his 2 coworkers, but instead of looking at them, he keeps looking at the ceiling. They get out on the 1st floor and the obligatory have a good night, blah blah blahs are taken care of.
The doors close with me still in the elevator to head to the garage. I’m curious, so I look up at the ceiling. And what do I see? A mirror. And what do I see in that mirror? Cleavage. MY cleavage. I was wearing my “cleavage” shirt as Queen Taunya calls it. It’s a cute shirt, and totally appropriate for work - if you’re at eye level. If you are, however, looking at me from above, well, you apparently get a show.
Note to self - take the stairs when wearing cleavage shirt to work.
Proper internet lingo: Pr0n
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HILARIOUS!!
oh i am rolling here…that is FABULOUS!!
Way. Too. Funny.
OMG! I’m dying over here! Can’t.breathe.gotta.pee…
ha ha ha ha ha! That is hysterical!!
Thank you for the lesson, Doug - I have implemented the appropriate changes
That is a good one. Who needs mirrors on the ceiling of the elevator anyway. Definitely designed by a guy!
Hell no…enjoy the attention where you can get it. Flattery goes a long way. LOL
Okay, but why in the world is their a mirror on the ceiling to begin with? Must’ve been put there by a man.
AAAACCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!
You just made me laugh out loud — literally. And that doesn’t happen very often.
You go, girl!!!!!
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