...in the butt. If your first thought after having read the words what what was in the butt, congratulations. This week on my lunch hour my coworkers and I were discussing a fellow employee. This particular person is much older than us (I am the next oldest and she is 5 years older than me), and does not make any effort to become apart of our staff team.
We are all a little confused because its not as though any of us have not tried to converse with her. whenever she does open her mouth to speak everyone is very surprised to hear her voice because we seldom hear it.
As a person who is far from shy I have trouble envisioning what it would be like to be weary of being loud and obnoxious. The better part of our staff are very outgoing people (but why wouldn't they be? its pretty much a requirement for camp).
Then, me and my lunch pals began thinking that maybe this girl doesn't want to talk to us because we are immature. Then we all began to ponder whether or not we were in fact immature, which is when Laura (coworker) says what what... and Sigourney (another coworker) finishes it off with... in the butt. The second that happens were all on the floor laughing our brains out. When we stop we conclude that we are in fact very immature and why this woman ever want to talk to let alone hangout with us is completely understandable. So: Maggie you are justified in your not speaking to us.
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