Sam and I had a hilarious break this morning. We stood outside taking our usual morning smoke break and critiqued everyone who was wearing green for St. Pat's. Here are some highlights:
The business man who was wearing a mint green button-up. "Ooo, he went crazy today. Get a load of him with his wacky light green shirt." Seriously, we bet he has 20 white shirts, one pink (Valentine's Day), one green (St. Patrick's Day) and two crazy ties (Christmas and Halloween).
The girl wearing the green sweatpants with writing across the butt. "Hey! Check out my ass!"
The guy in the suit with the green button on the lapel. "Kiss Me I'm Irish." Other people in the office: "Great, Patrick O'Patrick put the button on again." "Wait a minute, he wears that damn button everyday!" Patrick: "Well, it works sometimes."
We also had a great scenario worked out where we would loiter outside of the HR office and wait to get pinched (cause you know someone in HR is all decked out) then claim sexual harassment. Hilarious! Plus, if we did it without laughing, we might get a paid day off out of it.
We are total assholes. This was confirmed by all the dirty looks we were getting from passers-by. But seriously, all St. Patrick's day is about in this town is green beer, which equals green puke. I really don't need to see that (again).
As Michael Kors would say "It's hard to make a holiday vulgar, but you did it."
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