Fiction! Fiction, I say…! (Man, I wonder if the girls think this will work. I’m sorry, Mr. Allison, I know you’ve been working on this, but I just don’t know what the ladies will DO.)
Many years ago I was temping in a big office. I’d been there for several months when the Christmas party arrangements got organised. There was just one party, and I was the only person not invited, simply because I was “only a temp.” I’d made friends with some of my coworkers by this time! I felt like part of the gang. Never forgave them.
If you’d been temping in our place you’d have been invited to the party, (we followed a “No man left behind” policy) and allowed a fair share of snacks, the general aura of sheer silliness at this and indeed, most) times of the year, and urged to participate in the “Secret Santa” (okay – that last one’s a PITA), but the mince pies, cakes, biscuits and sweets were a good deal.
A VERY good deal.
I’ve never been able to shift that extra stone I put on. (Totally worth it though)
(facepalm) I must admit, you’ve got a point. I do worry, however, that he might have used some worrisome line like, “Hey, luv, would you like to spend time with me juicing a little citrus?” Sometimes it’s hard to know just what blokes like that are doing.
(Sob.) That’s not the worst part. I — I also used to think I could find the perfect recipe for cumquats. By the time I was done looking, the lights were starting to go off, the librarian wouldn’t stop glaring at me, and — (sniffff) and the closest I had gotten was a book on lyme disease. (BAWWWW…!)
Fiction! Fiction, I say…! (Man, I wonder if the girls think this will work. I’m sorry, Mr. Allison, I know you’ve been working on this, but I just don’t know what the ladies will DO.)
I have seldom heard a nickname more brutal than COLD IRON ROD, and yet it’s not vulgar or profane in the least. Very nicely done!
Many years ago I was temping in a big office. I’d been there for several months when the Christmas party arrangements got organised. There was just one party, and I was the only person not invited, simply because I was “only a temp.” I’d made friends with some of my coworkers by this time! I felt like part of the gang. Never forgave them.
That is really mean, Ally.
If you’d been temping in our place you’d have been invited to the party, (we followed a “No man left behind” policy) and allowed a fair share of snacks, the general aura of sheer silliness at this and indeed, most) times of the year, and urged to participate in the “Secret Santa” (okay – that last one’s a PITA), but the mince pies, cakes, biscuits and sweets were a good deal.
A VERY good deal.
I’ve never been able to shift that extra stone I put on. (Totally worth it though)
I presume that the last panel is an homage to 40s-50s romance comics.
Whit Stillman’s”Damsels In Distress”! I don’t know if anyone else liked that film as much as I did.
This is Peter’s way of helping others.
I did. I knew that phrase was familiar!
Thanks!
“Playboy Operator” is a great bit of Shelley Winters world view from the John Allison “turn of phrase” genius and must show up again!
It’s Whit Stillman, I can’t take credit.
You get a fair bit of credit for knowing well enough to store Whit Stillman’s turns of phrase in your frontal lobe.
At least he’s not a dwalling elver!
The worst (and sexiest) kind of operator!
IMO, Pat was damn tired of her defenses and was looking for an excuse to bin them.
ssh, do not give away the secrets of Playboy Operators!
(facepalm) I must admit, you’ve got a point. I do worry, however, that he might have used some worrisome line like, “Hey, luv, would you like to spend time with me juicing a little citrus?” Sometimes it’s hard to know just what blokes like that are doing.
When life hands you a lemon… Heh.
(Sob.) That’s not the worst part. I — I also used to think I could find the perfect recipe for cumquats. By the time I was done looking, the lights were starting to go off, the librarian wouldn’t stop glaring at me, and — (sniffff) and the closest I had gotten was a book on lyme disease. (BAWWWW…!)
DRAGON CLAWS