I am swigging down the last of my (very) cold coffee. However, since we are beyond broke this week, it would be a complete disservice not to finish my French pressed Starbucks French Roast from home.
So something came up this morning that they really don’t have insurance for. I was walking from the cafeteria with a slightly older and well, how do you say it without being rude, she probably eats a tiny bit more than me as well. She’s joking around saying that if I make this certain mistake with an important part of our work that she’ll kick my ass. So I had to make a decision. I decided that I need a Stand-In Ass to take my place since I really am too busy crunching the numbers here to take a moment for a good ass walloping. Besides, Honey is the only one authorized to be touching my derriere, with love or with mock kicking *(real kicking would result in my very real temper waking up from a nap).
So we walked into our work area and the first person I saw was a young, early 20s boy named Ajay. I strode up to him. “You will be the Substitute Ass”. He looked scared and confused. I told him that in the event that my ass needs to be kicked, his is younger. He smiled and added, “I’ve been working it out, too!”
