we don't get much work done

manager: go to your special place.
me: why?
manager: P says you go there when people talk about sex.
me: no. i go there when YOU talk about sex.
manager: rude.
me: and it's not my special place, it's my happy place.
manager: oh.
me: my special place is my bathing suit area.
P: oh!

manager: that t-shirt is too little.
me: thanks.
manager: it looks like you borrowed it from your little brother.
me: and you look like a lesbian with a mullett.
manager: oh thanks.
me: will seemed to like it.
manager: i'm sure he did. he probably imagined rubbing himself all over it.
me: as did i.