Fella: I was running around naked today at work
Me: Phst..I doubt it. The guys would have been all “put on some pants, jackass!”
Fella: Not if they were gay
Me: That’s true
Fella: I don’t think I work with any gay guys though
Me: You never know. That guy in the Village People was a construction worker
Fella: He wasn’t a real construction worker
Me: How do you know? Won’t you be surprised when he’s working the next job you’re on.
Fella: Not going to happen. He’s got to be like 65 – he would retired by now. But he wasn’t really one.
Me: Again, how do you know? What if he belonged to some random local…..Local 235.
Fella: Local 235?
Me: Yes. It’s obviously the gay construction worker union.
Me: What? They can’t have their own union?
(please note that this conversation made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself. Fella laughed too but more so at how hard I was laughing not because of my comedic genius that he refuses to recognize)
Again there is context that would help…but lazy
Fella: I don’t wear the black underwear to work because guys will hit on me.
Me: This is something you consider in underwear choices.
Fella: I don’t want guys distracted on the job
Me: Why the hell would anyone know the difference?
Fella: I already told you, I run around naked on the job.
Me: Maybe you should join Local 235.
(Again my own humor made me laugh myself into a seizure. Again fella was more laughing at me than with me.)