Me: Office of Protocol Compliance*, this is Dave.
Her: Yes, I'm calling to check on the status of my protocol.
Me: Sure, what's the number?
Her: 04215.* It went to the meeting this week, and I haven't heard anything back about the consent being approved.
Me: Let's see. [scrambling to pull up documents]. Yes. It was approved with a few contingencies... You should be getting a memo from the OPC* coordinators in the next few days.
Her: I haven't gotten one yet, should I expect it soon?
Me: Yes, ma'am. If it's not already in the mail on its way to you, it should be sent out in the next day or so.
Her: Okay... So can I have your phone number?
Me: [puzzled expression] Sure. My extension is...
Her: No, I mean your home phone number?
Me: Can I ask why you need it?
Her: Because I saw you in the meeting, and frankly, I thought you were pretty hot.
Me: Well, that's a pretty good trick, considering I wasn't at last week's meeting?
Her: Who said I'm talking about last week's meeting?
[Even longer pause]
Me: Um... I don't think that's a good idea. But thanks.
Her: Really? That's too bad. [stifled giggle]
Me: [thinking "Wait a minute... I recognize that laugh."]
So yes. My pregnant, married coworker. She's oh so funny. The sad thing is, she had me going all the way until she laughed.
The sadder thing is, I'm kinda disappointed it was a joke.
*Not actual names or numbers. You think I'd leak info out like that???
(I'll deliver with the fun vacation stories tomorrow. I'm meeting the folks for dinner tonight. Later.)
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