a freelancer who works next to me had to hand off some files to one of the designers that he did not know.
he waved me over to his space and in hushed tones asked, "which one is lauren?"
i also responded in a whisper because i guess he didn't want to look silly talking about it in a normal voice.
"she sits in-between jen and andrew." i replied.
"i don't know those people. what does she look like?" he volleyed back.
"she's pretty, real petite, has black hair and is always twirling her beaded necklace." i returned.
"they're ALL pretty and petite with black hair and beaded necklaces! that doesn't help!" he said in a slightly raised tone. "which one?!?"
"you know, lauren..." i said. i turned away and while looking off in the distance said, "her hair smells like a field of lilacs on a warm spring day and her eyes are like the glassy sea after a storm."
he stared at me and in a very calculated, low tone he muttered, "you're a douche."
then we both laughed.
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