is it true that yaoi means "ow, my ass hurts?" If so "Yaoi!"

[derien]

There were about seven pies at work, today - four of them apple - three different kinds of cookies, two different kinds of cupcakes, two sweetbreads, a carrot cake, brownies, cinnamon and fruit rolls, and then my asparagus and green beans and tostitoes and cheeses (jarlesburg, gouda and "cranston" - something with cranberries) and dips (cheese and spinach). One of my coworkers took pity on me and split his chicken enchilada with me because he was eating my asparagus and making nachos of my tostitoes and cheese dip, so I got some solid food. Mainertoo did NOT show up with the turkey he'd promised. Of course I laid the old guilt on people, explaining that work is the only place I get any kind of Thanksgiving meal. ;) (Which is is, but Eor did make some lovely chicken in red sauce after he got done cleaning the house, today.)

When the evening guy came in and I was talking to him about the cooking I was doing this morning he said, "That was for here, right?"

"You saw the asparagus and green beans on the table?"

"Duffy was doing the hardsell. He apparently thought I should eat something good for me tonight."

"He's a good boy," I said.

Duffy's the coworker who I drove over to pick up his car, last night, and we got lost. (He's also the guy who was my first trainee way back when I first became a mentor, so he's kind of similar to a nephew.) It was probably only 6 miles from the airport and I got lost. I told Goldyboy about that - he's the Supervisor who I got lost with driving a couple of weeks ago - and he put on his mournful I've-been-there face and said, "Pooooor Duffy!" He said that he's beginning to think eor's right, that I'm cursed.

Actually Eor doesn't say that, but he's gotten so he laughs when I tell him I'm lost, now. I mean, for goodness sakes, I got lost going up to the next town last spring. I drove round and round and finally found a pay-phone and called Eor and asked him where I was.

Anyhow, it was basically a lovely, dull day. The cop teased the girl working the snack bar until she turned back on the ice-cream machine just for him, but within minutes she'd shut it back down, cleaned it up and they closed early. We closed the checkpoint a half hour early. By that time I'd been on the exit for an hour, and since there was nobody to see me I did calisthenics almost that entire hour, trying to work off even one of the three pieces of pie I had eaten. My ass hurts!

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Oh, and happy Thanksgiving!