Flirting...at work...!

As an anonymous lackey, I normally wouldn't share this with the entire readership of the blog (thanks for all the cards & letters, by the way), but this was just too egregious to let slide.

So I was sitting in one of the LAJC work rooms (aka, the Bunker) with other lackeys, pleasantly enjoying the fluorescent lights and stale air on a summer day when one young, single lackey ("Dude," let's call him) starts blatantly flirting with another young, single lackey ("Babe," we'll call her).

Babe was gamely carrying her end of the conversation, but from what I could tell, Dude was definitely pushing it.

So, dispassionate lackey that I am, I made the simple observation that there was a lot of flirting going on. This was followed by startled looks and nervous laughter. No problem.

Only, Dude teased Babe, who blushed a little, and then Dude announces that Babe has turned so red.

This wouldn't be so bad, but as it so happens, Dude's complexion is essentially blush-proof. So Dude thinks he's making a clean getaway, and shifting embarrassment to Babe. At least, that's how it appeared to this dispassionate lackey.

Not cool, Dude.