Apparently the entire freaking world knows that I sweat.
Yep. I’m a sweater.
Okay, so let me back pedal a little. Yes, I willingly informed “the whole world” about the misery of being here in the summer and the fact it’s so freaking hot that when you walk outside you begin to rain on everything around you, creating a small little well amongst dry arid sand- I admit that (In case you’re curious about my tirade on “sweat” you can read “The Old Blog” archives. I’m pretty sure from May-September I mentioned it every freaking day.)
HOWEVER!-
For someone ELSE to talk about my sweatiness?
Well, those are just fighting words!
That’s right.
You better be careful or a hurricane of my sweat will come flinging in a violent force to swallow you freaking whole!
Shudder
Yeah.
So yesterday I was walking to the BIDFY, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I saw two of my coworkers moving furniture around.
“Hi guys!” I said cheerfully. “Looks like you’re working hard!”
They agreed and made mention that it was too hot to be outside moving furniture.
“Good thing you’re not having to do it,” one said, “I hear you get really sweaty.
What!?
What the freaking crap was that!? Did someone just say that to me? Are you serious!?
Ah- I remembered.
insert hazy dream sequence
One time the other guy I work with almost saw me “kill over.” According to him, that is.
We had to go to a building in early June to dig out some old archives. A building that wasn’t air conditioned. In June. In Kuwait. The Lake of Fire.
Wow. I started to sweat.
Imagine that!
Anyhow, he was all worried about me because my ultra pale face turned bright red from the heat and I started to sweat. “Are you going to be okay?” He kept asking.
hazy dream sequence ends
I bet he said something!
“Did you tell Mouth over there that I sweat a lot?” I asked.
He just laughed and said yes. What a moron.
I laughed too and told him to shut up about my sweating. “I drink a lot of water. It’s healthy. So I sweat a little when it’s 5 MILLION DEGREES in this country. What!? Girls aren’t allowed to sweat!?!”
Do you know what he said to that?
“Yeah you do drink a lot of water! Did you notice I gave you an extra box last week when I delivered it?”
What a moron. So now now only am I a big bucket of sweat, but I’m also a camel. A big sweaty camel. Huh.
First of all what an odd comment for someone to make to you! Second I’m right there with you. I admit, I’m a sweater too! At least you know you’re not alone!