There is this lady who I work with and whom I adore. She is in her mid-sixties and exactly who I want to be when I grow up. She is funny, blunt, honest and such an optimist. She flirts with men in their twenties and does so without a single worry that it may be inappropriate. In fact, she has told me "Kate, when you're as old as I am, no one can say anything to you about it anymore." She is herself and you can take it or leave it.
She is fantastic.
I love being able to come to work and talk to her about my weekend or hear about what she went out and did with her grandsons the night before.
She will tell you, unabashedly, what she thinks about someone and it is hilarious to hear someone as sweet as she is, in their sixties no less, say "fuckers".
Today, I was on google looking at office chairs because I want one and if I have to buy it myself, that is fine.
But I want a cool one.
One I can cross my legs in (sitting indian style) and that is a little more comfortable than the absolute piece of shit I sit on right now.
So I found this:

Cool no?
And only a buck twenty nine...
For an extra seventy bucks, I can get the massaging foot stool. Too much? Annhhh-
So, in my excitement, I ask her to come and look at it. She and Jimmy walk over to look and the following conversation ensues:
ME: "Check out this chair! How cool is that?"
HER: "Oooh! That does look nice. But what are those little lines?"
ME: "The massagers!!"
HER & JIMMY in unison: "Oooooohhhhhh!!!"
ME: "Yeah, how nice would that be?"
HER: "Oh yeah... and every four hours you could have the big 'O'! You would just be sitting over here and we'd hear oh yeah... oh yeah... OH yeah!!"
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JIMMY: "Hey Kate? Why are you blushing?"

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