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Tick Attack
July 20, 2007

A conversation no one should ever have to overhear.


A client was sitting across the desk from me when he interrupted to excuse himself to make a phone call.


<em>"Hey... did you get my message? Well we've got to step it up. Like, fast. I found two fleas in my socks while changing at the gym. I am tracking them all over the place."

And now my head won't stop itching. A small meltdown is coming, I can feel it.

Posted by Foodwhore at July 20, 2007 11:22 AM

you wouldn't be having the function at his place, would you? now *I'm* itching...

Posted by: Tonja at July 20, 2007 01:26 PM

Oh.My.God that's what we, my friends call *TMI*. (too much information)

eeech, now I'm itching... :::scratches back::::

Posted by: No-Nonsense girl at July 20, 2007 06:35 PM

Fleas?? Ugh. Did you take the trick?

Posted by: Brenda at July 21, 2007 07:20 PM

ewwwwww. that is beyond vile. i hope to (insert random deity here) declined that person as a client after hearing that little gem.

Posted by: nicole at July 21, 2007 08:13 PM

I think you should do a mandatory hose down to all clients before they enter your office.

Posted by: Leena! at July 22, 2007 05:54 AM

Do you think that was code for something?

Posted by: Denise at July 22, 2007 06:19 AM

A cook I once worked with joked about how the "itchiness" in his crotch ran away when he went to the bathroom. Needless to say, he went back to work after washing his hands.

Posted by: Aaron Zweig at July 22, 2007 03:53 PM
 
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