I work at an insurance company where I quote automobiles and homes. So when I received a call the other day for an auto quote I wasn't too surprised. Annoyed, yes, I was playing Mahjongg and kicking ASS but I wasn't surprised. So I feigned enthusiasm while mother-fu*king him under my breath. I know.....it's a gift.
He says his name is Eric and promptly tells me someone is at the door. I hear him babbling about "perfect timing." Whatever dude, answer the door. Hang up while your at it- I really don't care. I can start a new game of Mahjongg or surf Facebook or eat something I found in the back of my desk.
But I didn't get that lucky. Skippy, (I know his name is Eric but he doesn't deserve that name so he is now Skippy) gets back on the line and tells me it was his wife's ex-husband dropping something off.
I think to myself, what do you want me to do with this information? So I say, "Oh okay." But instead of Skippy moving on to discuss insurance, he begins to tell me that the ex-husband is 6-8 foot tall and is a body builder. I also discover that Skippy is only 5-10 and his wife is 5-2. So I guess now I can pick them out of a line up.
My head is saying, "I don't give a hot shit" but my mouth is saying, "Oh. He's a big man."
Skippy continues to tell me that they belong to the same gym and they were in the locker room after a work out and the ex-husband decides to start a conversation with him while they were both buck naked.
I chuckle a little.
He continues on- telling me that he didn't want to look at the dude's penis but was COMPELLED to do so.
I said the only thing that could be said, "Hey, it's human nature. I'd have looked at it too."
THEN, Skippy starts telling me how HUGE this dude's penis is and that he was impressed.
Again, I said the only thing that could be said, "The man's a body builder so I bet it WAS impressive."
After a few more dick comments, (which to my dismay did not include girth or ball circumference)and me not flinching or getting uncomfortable, I decide I was done discussing penises ( I know. I shocked myself too.) and asked him his LAST name so we can begin the quote, to which Skippy hung up the phone!
You called the WRONG agency buddy-boy if you were looking to freak someone out talking about penises. For I am the Penis Queen!
Okay, that didn't sound as good as it did in my head. Anywho...
I will say that the conversation was the highlight of my day. It's not everyday I get to discuss schlongs with potential insureds. It certainly beats playing, 'how old is this HoHo in my desk and should I eat it."
If anyone else should like to call me at work and discuss penises I would be glad to do so. But please, be polite and not call me at home.
The Penis Queen does need her rest.
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