Ever been scared? By a girl?
I'm working one day, and the day has been going rather well. Then she comes in to work for the afternoon.
I do my usual trick, and find something to do where she won't be. As I head to the back of the shop I pass by her in the office, and she is busy doing nothing probably, but I figure I'm safe since she didn't see my escape.
I'm organizing things in the back, ya know, moving boxes around and pretending to be busy. Well, after a while of doing this I run out of things to pretend to move, and the room is unfortunatly looking nicely organized.
I turn around to head out into the shop, and get back to doing actual work in the hopes that someone will have found something, anything for her to do. BLAM!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! There she is not 10 feet behind me staring at me!!! I've never been that scared in my entire life. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and die right there!
I didn't know what to say, I just looked at her for a second in confusion and panic. Then my senses took over and I put her to work getting some food for us working guys.
I do my usual trick, and find something to do where she won't be. As I head to the back of the shop I pass by her in the office, and she is busy doing nothing probably, but I figure I'm safe since she didn't see my escape.
I'm organizing things in the back, ya know, moving boxes around and pretending to be busy. Well, after a while of doing this I run out of things to pretend to move, and the room is unfortunatly looking nicely organized.
I turn around to head out into the shop, and get back to doing actual work in the hopes that someone will have found something, anything for her to do. BLAM!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! There she is not 10 feet behind me staring at me!!! I've never been that scared in my entire life. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and die right there!
I didn't know what to say, I just looked at her for a second in confusion and panic. Then my senses took over and I put her to work getting some food for us working guys.
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