Funny at work is when you realize how extraordinary, everyday "folks" are or can be. The office "gals" (of which I am one) the humor of living everyday life, as well as the pathos or sorrows of this life.
One gal is a stitch, as she recounts the story of her dad doing "guy things" ( farting and lighters). I can't quite wrap my head around that piece of "too much information" but she is good natured about how cool she thought her dad was for being able to blow flames out his a__. And yes it is funny listening to her and genuine and human. Oh the stories we tell about our parents and each other.
I find that the language and slang phrases are a means of learning about our everyday lives, and I'm willing to ask "what does that mean?"
We stand in the parking lot, smoking on a bright, summer Friday before the 4th a celebration of Independence (from what I ask), tired from the work load of year end and inventory, ready for something different yet something restful and fun. It is Friday and all that that means when one is ready for the weekend that will be all too short yet just enough for now. Grateful, joyful on this (Her/His) Divine day!
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