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Of Course, the Functional Invisibility Is Good for Robbing Banks

Woman #1: I hate these bloody name tags!
Woman #2: I know! The straps are so long! Everyone keeps peering down at your belly before looking up at your face!
Woman #1: I prefer the name tags you can clip on your lapel…
Woman #2: Yes, at my age I’d actually rather men stared at my tits and not at my stomach.
Old woman exiting stall: Honey, at my age you’re chuffed if they look anywhere at all!

Conference, St. Andrews Place
London
England

Meanwhile, Rome Burned.

New girl: I’m going downstairs for a smoke before we start checking over. Do you want to come?
Supervisor: No thanks, I just think I’ll sit here and fiddle…not with myself!
New girl: Whatever you want to do in your own time.
Supervisor: Hur-hur, yeah, I just sit here and fiddle with myself to unwind. (later, realising new girl has left) Fiddle.

Chiswick Park
London
England

Overheard by: choking on a coke

Another Touching Office Quote

IT manager: So do you want to come and find me this afternoon? We can talk about that thing.
Receptionist: Sure, I’m having it a manicure at 2.30, we can do it after that.
IT manager: Okay, but won’t you have to wait for your nails to dry?
Receptionist: Oh, am I going to have to touch something?
IT manager: No, don’t worry, you won’t have to touch anything.

London
England