Back in the day, I worked for a guy who was never around, always out of the city, and it seemed like all of his work was via cell phone and e-mail…even his fights with the wife.
Thankfully for me when they texted one another it would be routed thru his work email, which I had access to.
Boss Wife (heretofor referred to as “Giant Breast Implants”) – I bought a pair of silk pyjama pants and some underwear.
Boss – The bill was $500!
Giant Breast Implants – Silk Pyjama pants, a few bras and some Spanx to hold MY ROLLS IN! Is that okay?
Boss – Leave the receipt out.
Giant Breast Implants – Oh? Should I leave it at home? Or should I courier it to the office?
Boss – Have fun on your trip! Look out young guys. Giant Breast Implants COMIN’ TO TOWN. GIDDY UP!
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Boss – I’m sorry, I just feel so unloved.
*looks up from computer*
Me – Oh, hi Boss.
Boss – So…when you organize my emails, just ignore the personal ones. Ok.
Me – Of course.
Haha nice ending.