Tonight at work while I was pouring a cup of coffee for a customer, Graham (who is a delivery driver at the restaurant) came up behind me and put a pizza box on top of my head.
“You’ve got a new little hat,” he told me.
“Hon, could you not?” I asked in an exasperated voice.
“Why not?” he asked.
“You know I don’t like when you put things on my head at home. What makes you think I’d like it at work?”
“Maybe if you asked me in a different way…” Graham replied.
“Um, okay. When you put things on my head it makes me not want to have sex with you,” I said.
Two minutes later I heard in a begrudging tone, “I’m sorry I put a box on your head, Amy.”
That did it.
Always works.
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