BS Friday

You know the routine. Tell me whether this short story is true or BS. Good luck.

Today I was working on the autoclave, and the fans weren't on back there. I'm wearing long plants, a black cashmere sweater and my red super sandals (that was an accident this morning). Anyway, I had to rewire a probe, blah blah, and I was seriously sweating. It's Friday, I don't plan to do any work, yet today I'm soaked.

I get back to my desk and I told YB that it was 100 degrees back there, and I'm so hot and wish I wore a tshirt. He said he'd show me where to turn the fan on. YB and I walked outside (to go back to the other building), and I asked him if he wanted to see something gross. He said 'yes, I do. I love gross stuff!' I rubbed my hand on my back and then touched his hand with my sweat. Then he smelled it. HA!!HA!!

How disgusting is that?

Have a great Friday everybody!