Today I ran into my friendly Fed-Ex delivery service person at work. He has the hots for me. How do I know this? The first time I met he confessed right before walking out the door that I had beautiful eyes. Sweet? Maybe if it hadn't just followed the terribly incriminating question, "Are you all alone back here?" That one pretty much put me on edge.
So I was lucky enough to catch sight of Fed-Ex shrimp before he walked through the front doors. I fled the front desk leaving my trusty companions to hold down the fort and presumably sign for whatever precious package was in Fed-Ex nut's arms. No luck. No god-damned freaking luck.
He caught sight of my fleeing motion and followed me into the stacks, package in hand. Then he asked me how I was doing and I said Ok and he said, Oh just Ok? That's all right then I guess... He kept talking but I can't remember what he said. I focused on signing my name illegibly. He asked for my last name, too--which is not particularly offending considering they have to ask for the signer's last name. But first of, I don't remember him asking before. Secondly, sharing any personal information with him felt like a violation of my privacy.
My co-worker was made awares of the situation upon my safe return to the front desk. He has offered that in the future, when I give him a "certain kind of look" he will proceed to flirt with the Fed-Ex creep enlisting in a deadly game of "Who's Uncomfortable Now". He claims he will excel at it. Should be epic.
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