One of the office receptionists/general runners of things was leaving today, so a few of us went down to the pub, and as she was eating with a couple of others in the restaurant section, the chaps from our section of the office went and sat outside. Despite not actually being with her, we thought being near the same building was an expression of our solidarity.
Anyway.
As is normal when you assemble any number of gentlemen from the construction industry, the conversation became a little raucous and covered topics of a dubious sexual nature. I expressed a couple of instances of distate, and so I am now thought of as being naive.
On the way back into our office, as we climbed the fire escape I managed to catch the sleeve of my shirt on the rough brick wall, and tore it quite drastically.
So, in summary, after two pints in the pub at lunchtime, I am now thought of by my workmates as being a naive lightweight.
Does anyone else find this hilarious?
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