We are having a meeting in the conference room this morning and BM (boss man) starts scratching his foot and complaining that it itches. I offer to get him the hydrocortisone cream that I keep in my desk for insect bites, but he is a tough man and says, "No, I don't need any." He takes a call, takes his shoe off and sits scratching his foot and whining.
Being the efficient problem solver, I go to my office and get the cream. I walk up to him holding the tube to squeeze into his hand so that he can apply it to his itchy foot. He raises his foot so I can apply it. Bleaugh. He has the scaliest, most disgusting sole I think I have ever seen. I squirt the tube and run.
I don't know if I will recover.
Ever.
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UPDATE. I DEMAND IT.
That is the most disgusted story I ever hear!
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