So today I was requesting and filling toys all day to fill up some new planograms. As I was happily slinging boxes of cheap crappy breakable plastic toys I happened to look up at the heating duct overhead which was fairly well covered in graffiti...
"What the....Wait a minute, is that my name up there? It is! Let's see what it says! It says "Irv likes (name of long-departed female co-worker)!"
And no, I really didn't, before anybody asks. She was just somebody I'd talk to at work about school, work and other stuff. But I guess in somebody's immature little mind that equates with me saying to her "I'm going to go whack it and I need a name to go with your face" or some such thing.
I do have to say, on some level it is kinda cool to see yourself mentioned by name in somebody else's grafitti.
"What the....Wait a minute, is that my name up there? It is! Let's see what it says! It says "Irv likes (name of long-departed female co-worker)!"
And no, I really didn't, before anybody asks. She was just somebody I'd talk to at work about school, work and other stuff. But I guess in somebody's immature little mind that equates with me saying to her "I'm going to go whack it and I need a name to go with your face" or some such thing.
I do have to say, on some level it is kinda cool to see yourself mentioned by name in somebody else's grafitti.



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