Co-worker: "Oh hi, Dean. How's it going?"
Me: "Pretty well. How about you?"
Co-worker: "Can't complain. Chocolates, huh? For the girlfriend? Good man!"
Me: "Uh, not exactly. This is a replacement gift for my mother's birthday this week because I stupidly thought the other box would be safe in my house for several days."
Co-worker (with a look one might give a person when trying to ascertain if he is insane or just completely stupid): "Oh, I see. Hmm, well ok, I hope you have a good Thanksgiving. I will see you, umm, next week I guess." -the last part said while tiptoeing away as if to avoid stepping on an Iraqi landmine.
Oh yeah, mom, guess what you are getting for your birthday. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!
