So I'm walking down the hall when I run into a collegue. We visit for a brief minute but he seemed...weird. It was just different from other times that we've chatted. No big deal. So I head outside the building and catch a reflection of myself in a mirrored window and notice a huge wet spot on my shirt. Apparently, when I washed my hands in the restroom the water had splattered on me. Right on my chest. Right in the worst place possible on my chest. It completely looked like I was lactating.
Really? Are. You. Kidding. Me.
I am absolutely certain that he noticed and was trying not to notice and was probably very embarrassed for me. Thanks, I have enough embarrassment, no need for yours too...
Next time I see him I will have to make a point of visiting with him so that he can see that chest leakage is not a regular occurrence and that no, he should not avoid me for fear of being exposed to uncomfortable and awkward water spots. Although I can make no guarantees about any other awkward, uncomfortable, and ultimately humorous situations as I have special talent for creating those.
Well, at least now I know what to do if I ever want to keep a meeting short...
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