From Not Always Right : Apparently, She Repressed The Memory Of That Conversation
I used to have a coworker who was a nice lady but a little naïve and sometimes slow on the uptake. One morning, I came into work yawning.
Me: “I didn’t sleep well last night. [Husband] was snoring, and it kept me awake.”
Coworker: “Was he lying on his back? That often causes snoring.”
Me: “Yes.”
Coworker: “Then there’s a simple solution to that. Just attach something to the back of his pyjamas, like a tennis ball. That way, when he tries to flip onto his back, it’ll be uncomfortable.”
Me: “Uh… thanks, [Coworker].”
She noticed my hesitation and got a little defensive.
Coworker: “Seriously! My mum did that to my dad. Problem solved! Why don’t you want to try it?”
Me: “It won’t work for my husband.”
Coworker: “Why not?”
I was thinking, “Why did I start this conversation?”
Me: “He, um, doesn’t wear pyjamas.”
Coworker: “Huh? Everyone wears pyjamas!”
Me: “He doesn’t.”
Neither do I, but I wasn’t about to say that.
Coworker: Uncomprehending “I don’t understand. If he doesn’t wear pyjamas to bed, what does he wear?”
Me: “…”
Comprehension finally dawned. She went beet-red and changed the subject.
One week later:
Coworker: “You seem tired today.”
Me: “Yeah, my husband was snoring again.”
Coworker: “I bet he was sleeping on his back. You know what you should do? Attach something to the back of his pyjamas, like a tennis ball!”
From Not Always Right : Apparently, She Repressed The Memory Of That Conversation
I used to have a coworker who was a nice lady but a little naïve and sometimes slow on the uptake. One morning, I came into work yawning.
Me: “I didn’t sleep well last night. [Husband] was snoring, and it kept me awake.”
Coworker: “Was he lying on his back? That often causes snoring.”
Me: “Yes.”
Coworker: “Then there’s a simple solution to that. Just attach something to the back of his pyjamas, like a tennis ball. That way, when he tries to flip onto his back, it’ll be uncomfortable.”
Me: “Uh… thanks, [Coworker].”
She noticed my hesitation and got a little defensive.
Coworker: “Seriously! My mum did that to my dad. Problem solved! Why don’t you want to try it?”
Me: “It won’t work for my husband.”
Coworker: “Why not?”
I was thinking, “Why did I start this conversation?”
Me: “He, um, doesn’t wear pyjamas.”
Coworker: “Huh? Everyone wears pyjamas!”
Me: “He doesn’t.”
Neither do I, but I wasn’t about to say that.
Coworker: Uncomprehending “I don’t understand. If he doesn’t wear pyjamas to bed, what does he wear?”
Me: “…”
Comprehension finally dawned. She went beet-red and changed the subject.
One week later:
Coworker: “You seem tired today.”
Me: “Yeah, my husband was snoring again.”
Coworker: “I bet he was sleeping on his back. You know what you should do? Attach something to the back of his pyjamas, like a tennis ball!”
Me: Sighs
NOT my story!