True Story: Embarrassing moment at work!

So, I get into work, at my normal time this morning, carrying my briefcase on my shoulder, I get to my cube, and try unloading the briefcase off my shoulder, and it seems to be caught on something – but I can’t see what its caught on. I’m struggling to get it off since it’s a bit heavy with the amount of crap I carry in it, and it’s in an awkward position, and I’m trying to see what it’s caught on, and not being able to since whatever it’s caught on, it’s behind me. I finally see it’s caught on my belt or belt loop, and it’s one of the briefcase zipper puller thingamabob’s which somehow got connected with my belt loop, and I’m still struggling to get it off, and I finally move to my desk and set the briefcase on my desk, removing the dead weight off my shoulder but still it’s wrapped around this back belt loop. The only person’s number here at the office that I know by heart is T’s – they work a couple of aisles away from me and we sometimes talk over the wall – so, they’re pretty close by – but I really don’t want to call them over to my cube by yelling over the cubes between us – letting the rest of whole world know of this “problem” I’m having, so, I call them up, and since they somehow have a “manager’s” phone (even though they’re aren’t in mgmt. – go figure!), they see my name pop up as the person who’s calling, and they answer: “Domino’s pizza…” [hmm, seems like they have my sense of humor]. I tell them, in a stage whisper, “I have an emergency – do you have a pair of sissors?” Of course, they’re sort of surprised by what I said (and completely disregarding their ‘Domino’s” early morning humor attempt…), so, they ask me to repeat myself. “T!, I need a pair of sissors, it’s important!” He responds with, “uh, I don’t have any – let me see if I can find a pair”, and goes off to an office down the hall, and finally find a pair a few mins later, comes over to my desk, and I show him what’s up. He agrees with me, it’s unlikely we’ll get the belt loop out from the zipper puller thing, and so, I ask him to cut the belt loop. He says, “are you sure?” Yes, go ahead”. So, apparently, he’s not had a whole lot of practice being VERY close to a co-worker, next to their co-worker’s ass, and having to use scissors and he f-ing nearly cuts my finger off in the process – no, I’m just kidding – T was very, very careful – didn’t want ANYONE to get the wrong impression about what we were doing – in such close quarters, you know??
But, gee whiz – how f-ing awkward is that? He leaves, saying: “I hope the rest of your day is better than how it started out”. T. is the nicest man, a good friend and colleague – Thanks, T!
[Oh, if you do want some Domino’s pizza, he does deliver – his number is 555-1212]. JK
Anyway, I’m now missing a loop for my belt, and will now have to get that fixed – these Jaq Le Pennie slacks aren’t ready for Goodwill yet!
True Story!