Yeah, I don’t buy that. I’m above reproach.
A gentleman at work is retiring. For that reason alone, I feel the need to register some disdain.
I don’t know him well but some people I work with have regular dealings with him. He’s generally regarded as efficient and nice (two qualities not often found around here).
On Friday last, he was taken to lunch by two women I work with. At this lunch, he produced gifts for each of them. Well, not so much gifts as corsages. Yes, corsages. One rose, some freesia and a bit of greenery.
Let me break this down. These women are in their early 40’s and not on their way to the prom. It was a casual Friday which around here practically means cutoffs and a tank top. Are you ready boobs? Start walking! Let’s just say these tasty little garnishes looked even more wildly out of place than they would have at any other time through the week.
With as much dignity as they could muster, they ate lunch, enjoyed and finished lunch and walked about 2 blocks back to work with their fella. They stood behind me at my desk until I noticed and let me be the one to honk , point, laugh, gesture and draw everyone else around so I could belittle the whole situation.
I did make it abundantly clear to everyone that it was the sweetest and most genuine gesture I’d seen in a long time but again, so ridiculous that it couldn’t go without commentary. Everyone else agreed it was sweet and not at all insane.
Of course, I wouldn’t want to embarass their benefactor or make him feel anything less than the giving soul he is so I’ll just say Happy Retirment Bill Jones! You big lug.