This morning my alarm went off at 6:10 and I awoke with a pounding headache. It lasted until about 3 (even though I took meds--which goes to show just how bad it was--around noon). At 2, I went on my last 15. I misjudged the distance I was to a bookcase and ended up bashing my hip into it. I pouted, holding it as I kind of glanced over my shoulder (what I was looking for I do not know). I turned back around to see Frank--receiving manager--approaching me. My pout--and my hand--still in place, he gives me an odd look.
"I ran into the bookshelf."
His expression clears immediately. "Ah."
I laugh. "What? Were you going to defend my honor or something?"
"Yeah, I thought for a moment someone did something."
I laughed harder. "No. Just me having trouble walking. It's nice to know there's someone around who will defend my honor."
"You know it! I was about to whip around that corner and beat someone down."
"Then I can rest easy."
And that was my day.
2 comments:
awwwww that was so nice of him!!!
I'm happy that you have someone looking out for you out there!
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