Wed. 9:25am

Paul, the man in the cubicle next to mine, walks into the office and goes to his chair to get settled in for the day. He starts his normal morning routine at the office by saying his good mornings to everyone while taking off his jacket followed by his SAS sweatshirt with the missing draw string and then does a reach of the sky stretch before sitting down to start the day. Just before he sits down today, though, he looks down at his shirt with complete dissatisfaction.
"I just don't think I can tuck my shirt in today." Paul sighs.
"Hands too cold?" I chime in becuase I have nothing better to do.
"Yea...combined with being too tired and stressed..."
"I know right."I reply fully aware that this conversation is about to be over.
"I could use gloves..." Paul mummbles.
He realizes that the rest of the office heard him mummble becuase I had smiled at that thought.
Paul runs with it now realizing that he has an audience "You don't know how many pairs of gloves I've lost to my pants."
I saw that comment coming but I laughed anyway just becuase he seemed so proud of himself...ok well the thought of dress pants eating gloves in the most literal sense is a little funny...
"You could just tuck your shirt into your belt instead of your pants." I say just to see his reaction.
"What?"
"Tuck your...oh.. (haha) you aren't wearing a belt...cause you think you're so___"
"Sorry, Im not that really into Pokemon." Paul cuts in with a HUGE grin on his face.

==========HEY! that's sooooooooooo my line. hahaha Bravo! he placed it well- I can respect that. hahaha spittin in the wind I am.===============