Today at work I realized just how immature I really am.
We were on a conference call with a vendor who had the worst stutter. It didn't seem like a speech impediment--it seemed like maybe he was nervous or excited and for some reason couldn't think of the words he wanted to use.
After about 15 minutes of the stuttering, I lost it. I couldn't focus on what he was saying, only on how he was saying it. I started to laugh. I turned around to face the wall in an attempt to gain composure. Then Carlee, in mid-sentence, started to laugh. So much so that she had to stop talking. I made a dash for the door (not before getting stuck in my chair) because I didn't want to be responsible for Carlee not being able to finish the call. I felt like I was in church and got the giggles.
Seriously, how old am I?
3 comments:
Hahaha. When you came over to my desk giggling like that it freaking cracked me up too.
If I'm correct...I think you are 23 years old.
Wrong...I'm 24. (Did that sound a little like Dwight?)
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