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so today at work we had one of those lovely holiday parties where everybody brings a dish and they give out door prizes and whatnot. it was very nice. but this woman said something very odd to me as i was going through the line. here is the gist of the conversation: me: "would you like to jump in line here?" her: "oh no thanks, i'm waiting for all the food to arrive." (people are still trickling into the party with dishes and setting them out for everyone to ravish.) me: "well i just figure if something yummy shows up after i go through the line ... i'll just go through again!" her: looking aghast "oh, i wouldn't want people to see me go through the line TWICE." me: "uh ... why not? ... everyone else will be doing the same damn thing." her: "yes, but they're guys. it's different when guys do it." me: confused look her: mouth breathing me: "uh, okay." p.s. i went through the line three times, honkey. and the only person who said a damned word about it was dan, who commented, "damn, i love a girl who eats hot wings."
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