A few of us at work had gathered in the break room and were complaining about the snow fall we got yesterday. Telling our stories of the bad drive home and in to work this morning, or the snow blower not starting, and so on. Our sweet mid-60 year old female receptionist came in during the conversation and said, "Julie honey, I hear you got more snow up where you live, how much did you get?"
I answered, "Close to 9 inches."
She looks shocked and says. "9 inches? Oh you poor girl. 6 inches is too much for me. I can't even imagine what 9 inches would be like. Oh my goodness."
The 3 guys and the one other woman in the break room all look at each other and get smirks on their faces.
With her back to everyone as she's pouring her coffee she says, "Well come to think of it, 9 inches might be kind of nice. I definitely wouldn't make it into work after that though."
Everybody walks out of the room except for me so as not to start laughing in front of her. I keep my composure as I grab the coffee to top off my cup.
She looked at me and says, "They're like a bunch of teenagers. I get such a kick out of them thinking I don't know what I'm saying."
I have a pervy receptionist.