I have a very strong tolerance of disgusting things. I can watch gory episodes of ER while munching on spaghetti bolognese, or discuss embarrassing bowel conditions over a leisurely lunch. I am a big fan of Peter Jackson films (in his pre-Lord of the Rings days - Brain Dead, Bad Taste, anyone? Rent them, see what I mean). I have a very scatological sense of humour and few conversation topics have the capacity to put me off my food.
Today, I discovered my Achilles heel.
During tea break, a conversation arose between some colleagues about why the HEO was late this morning.
"A chance conversation with a passing AP?"
"A quick cup of coffee?"
"One of the children vomited all over the house?"
And...
"Having a shit?"
At which point I spat my chocolate croissant out and roared "For fuck's sake, I do NOT want to think about a HEO sitting on a toilet while I'm having my tea!!"
Exploding brains, zombies being chopped up with lawnmowers and melting heads, yes.
A Higher Executive Officer pinching a loaf, definitely not.
Bleargh.
Today, I discovered my Achilles heel.
During tea break, a conversation arose between some colleagues about why the HEO was late this morning.
"A chance conversation with a passing AP?"
"A quick cup of coffee?"
"One of the children vomited all over the house?"
And...
"Having a shit?"
At which point I spat my chocolate croissant out and roared "For fuck's sake, I do NOT want to think about a HEO sitting on a toilet while I'm having my tea!!"
Exploding brains, zombies being chopped up with lawnmowers and melting heads, yes.
A Higher Executive Officer pinching a loaf, definitely not.
Bleargh.
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