Ok, this never would've happened when my grandpa worked in an office, but this is just so special I had to share it with all my hippie friends.
I showed up about 10 minutes early for a 3pm meeting yesterday. Now, this lady (who we'll call "Christine," cos that's her name) is sufficiently powerful at my company as to have her own office. Mind you, this office has a huge picture window, probably at least 8ft wide and 6 ft high, that faces one of the busiest thoroughfares in Research Triangle Park, North Carolina.
Her door is closed when I show up. This is not unusal for certain <
insert company name> folk, and since I've never met this lady, she may very well be one of them. Being the polite gentleman I was raised to be, I knock. But only
after I've noticed a small sign featuring two
Holstein cows and reading, "Pumping In Progress."
It is at this point that I would like to pause, and to remark upon how inscrutable this sign seemed to me at the time.
Pumping? I thought.
Pumping what? My mind raced even faster as soon as I heard an immediate and excited "Just a second!" from behind the door. Ooookaaayyy...
So I wait, probably for at least a minute, in this dark hallway, after having obviously interrupted something I had no business interrupting. And then the door opens, and a very composed and young-ish woman opens the door, sticks out her hand, and says, "Hi. Are you Matt?"
I suppose I should've checked her hand for....
something before I shook it (y'know, because of the pumping), but I discover that I'm not that quick. As I step past her into the office and take a quick look around (noticing the dominating picture window directly across from me), she makes an awkward step toward the general direction of ice-breaking, "So, I'll bet you had no idea what the "pumping" sign meant?" She says this real friendly-like, not like, "Why are you interrupting my pumping, peon?"
Really too petrified to answer coherently at this point, I mumble, "Pumping..." Which is both stupid and hilarious, because the first word I ever say to this woman happens to be "pumping."
And then she spews forth the most horrifying combination of words I could imagine being spewn in this increasingly disastrous sitation...."Breast pump."
I was, of course, completely, devastatingly, horrified. I could barely look at this woman for the rest of the two and a half hours I was there, and I almost knocked over my chair when I stood up so fast once the meeting ended.
In retrospect, however, I have a few thoughts:
- A picture of a cow (not being milked at the time, I should hasten to mention, it was just standing there) is not sufficiently obvious to pierce my obviously increasingly thick skull. Perhaps the fellas out there can opine as to whether this would've tipped them off as to the nature of the goings-on inside.
- Is this an appropriate activity for a professional woman in a modern office? I should think not, but I live in Jesusland, so who am I to pass judgement on delicate socio-professional standards.
- She said to another meeting participant that prior to our meeting, she had been in another meeting. Which she obviously wasn't, so I don't feel so bad about writing this when I should be working.
- If that story ain't worth $5 I don't know what is.