I generally love pink things...clothes, accessories, or anything really. Apparently, pink leaves a bit of a trail if you are not careful.
On Saturday I was training a new employee. She is about 21, Hispanic, and a very curious sort. She found my junk drawer early in the day. In it, she found some pink Mardi Gras beads I never took home.
"Pink?" she asked.
"Yep," I answered. "Mardi Gras is a big deal to me. Wore 'em all day."
A little while later, she noticed my MacBook.
"Is that red or pink?"
"Pink."
"Did you pick it out like that? Did it come that way?"
"No, it's a protective cover so it won't get scratched."
"And it's pink?"
"Yep."
Later on...
"Is there pink on your socks?"
"Yes. Pink stripes"
"Hmmm."
"Funny story...I could not find these in black, and it is the only brand I like."
Oddly, most of that last statement is true. That they had pink on them was a bonus, though, rather than a deterrent.
And finally...(it's mid-afternoon, now)
"And pink pens, too?"
"Well..."
"Oh, they're 'Write for Hope.' Cool."
"Exactly."
"You know, I think you might have an obsession with pink that you're not aware of."
"Umm...no, I'm aware of it."
I have learned through the years that an uncomfortably long silence after a short answer is a very effective way to get someone to change the subject (or get back to work). It works with SAs as well.
Anyway, for the rest of the day, I suspected she suspected something was not adding up despite the fact that we discussed family and all.
Now, if she had seen my pink panties...
If you don't like the way I'm livin', you just leave this long haired country girl alone:
Originally Posted by Torrey
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