There’s a lady… wait, I don’t like that. I say lady and I think a woman in her fifties. She’s older than me, but not by a terribly great amount. I don’t want to say “young lady” because then it sounds like I’m upset with her.
Okay, there’s a female co-worker who is addicted to potato chips. Of any kind. I tease her every once in awhile about this chip penchant. (That was your backstory.) At lunch time today she said: “I haven’t had chips in two days, and these taste like glory.”
Then as we headed down from lunch we planned on going to the bank…
Me: “Are we stopping at our desks first?”
Her: “Yeah, I need to drop off my chips. I don’t want to carry them outside–I might lose them.”
It made me laugh.