Som'thins fishy!

I should have known better.

I mean when Mr. M, called me to the shop to taste something I should have seen the BIG red arrow pointing to him saying..

You’re in deep poooh.. DON’T DO ITTTTTTTT!!!

But NOOOO, I didn’t listen to my womanly instincts.  

Mr. M, knows my passion for dried fruit. I dig things like that. Fruit and nuts are a huge staple in my diet.

(Recently), not always.

He stands at the door from the shop to the office…

Sybil, come out and try these!..  he chews and licks his fingers.

I hesitate, at my desk…

My eyes scan his..

I walk through the door to the shop

He smiles..

I meet his smile with one of my own…

I reach for the “dried” fruit.

I feel the consistency of it..

Im amazed at him being so…so… CORDIAL..

I stare up at him trusting he’d never do me wrong…I mean this is a boss.. he’s supposed to set an example…

He’d NEVER do me that way. He loves me..

Im his go to gal. I get his reports done. I help him outta the fire back into the frying pan.

He’d NEVER do me dirty…right?!...RIGHT?!

I took the bait..ahem.. LITERALLY…

I stuck the dried fruit in my mouth and chewed..

Both watching me expectantly ….

Giggling like 2 school girls..

That’s when it hit my palette.

My GAG reflex took over and I instantaneously put my hand over my mouth in the event something came up..

It wasn’t a quiet GAG.. Ooh NO..

Im talking a HUGE gag .. *RALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPHHHHHHH*

FISH… they gave me dried fish…

Brake screech!

I reach for the door… the fish still on my tongue..

I hesitated before I went into the office afraid I’d have thermo woman threatening bodily harm if I puked in there..

I didn’t know where to spit it.

Mr M and Mr A laughter following me as I go…

I turn around mouth open, fish ..err.. squid still on tongue and gag..I mean retch …

I managed to get you’re such an ahhhhhh

Before I gagged again..

I ran for the bathroom. Bringing my hand over my mouth…  the smell of fish on my hands overwhelmed me..

I gag again..

I hear them laughing between gags..

He knows I can’t stomach FISHHHHH.

Even Tuna..

Just the smell of it makes me sick..

I walk out of the bathroom to both of them standing near my desk.

I walk past them and ignore their giggles.

I was tempted to reach for Mr. M .however HR was just steps away and would have fired me instantly for my thought process alone.

Man handling a manager would simply get me thrown in the slammer. I made sure I didn’t reach for any sharp objects

I was tempted though..heh heh