Little manager Darren and I argue. About everything. Sometimes it’s “the sky is green” type of arguing, sometimes it’s the type of arguing which causes everyone to run and hide. We don’t limit our bickering to work either. We’ve flipped out on one another in bars and we once had the cops called on us when we got into a fight in a convenience store.
The first three months we worked together we spent all our time trying to get the other fired. I thought he was a smart assed brat kid and he thought I was a smart assed bitch. Two and a half years later we wouldn’t know how to work without each other, but that doesn’t stop our mouths from engaging without our brains.
Tonight while I was pouring a beer, Darren came in the beer room and said, “You’re doing it wrong.”
“How am I doing it wrong?”
“Don’t pour the first foam down the drain. That’s your head.”
“Head.” Snort. “I’ll give you head.”
Yep. I said it. While the words were crossing my lips I knew I FAILed on the comeback.
Darren just laughed and said, “Oh snap. You burned yourself.”
How about you? Ever have the absolute WRONG thing come out of your mouth?