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Originally Posted by Dharma & Greg
I'm the guy who puts up truck orders at work now and last week there was no room on the bottom shelf of the stock area for the big five gallon things of soda so I had to put them on the top shelf. Yesterday my retarded coworker came up to me and complained that that's not where the soda is supposed to go like he wasn't just bitching about having to struggle with his flabby fat girl WWWP arms. So today while doing the truck I made sure to clear space on the top shelf to put the soda on.
Can't wait to see my retarded coworker again.
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Haven't worked with my retarded coworker since so I don't know how he felt about it but I just did the truck again and had to play Jenga to put all the soda on the top shelf again and I definitely work with him again on Sunday. I can't express how much I'm waiting for this. He's gonna accuse me of doing it on purpose and I'm not going to be able to suppress the ****-eating grin but I'm gonna tell him he's imagining things and he's gonna give me a hilarious irritated look and I'm just gonna smirk at him and deny everything. He's gonna look like he ate a ****ing lemon.