last friday at work we had a party for one of the guys who is retiring.
while i was in line to make a plate of food i noticed a guy in attendance who i'd never seen at work before, yet he looked vaguely familiar, only vaguely though...
i was alternating between giggling about his 70's looking 'stache that made him look like he's in a protective custody program and going crazy trying to figure out how the hell i knew him.
he was a few people in front of me in the buffet line and just as i was getting ready to give up racking my brain i got lucky... he dropped his spoon.
as he bent over to pick up his fallen utensil it came back to me in a big whoosh of a revelation.
i know that ass. i've seen that ass. this guy is a STRIPPER!
i couldn't remember if this guy danced for me, on me or above me, but i knew that ass.
choking on my own laughter i said to my co-worker "who is that guy?"
she whispered back "he's so&so and works at the other building" and then she added "he used to be a stripper!!!!"
i giggled then whispered back at her "I KNOW!"
her eyes grew big as saucers as she figured out how i knew.
i quickly got my food and hid that dollar bill that i had pulled out for the vending machine.
fyi...
this has happened to me once before, at a grocery store. the guy looked familiar and i didn't figure it out till he bent over to grab a gallon of milk. he was a stripper too.
i'm not great with names or faces but asses? i never forget an ass.
