How about you don’t call me sweetheart and I won’t call you an ass

It’s cold.

And  some guy I’ve never met just called me sweetheart on the phone, causing the temperature in my cubicle to drop another 20 degrees.

I wish there was a way to store today’s cold temperatures for use some soupy July day when I am sweaty, lethargic and miserable.

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