It must not be a big banana...

Another entertaining day on the 8th floor. Some days I just can’t write fast enough. As always these are all overheard and transcribed as best I can. Here we go:

“The woman in next cube had another sneeze attack. Seven in a row, each one louder than the last. I swear, I'm afraid the next one, she’s going to shart. What if she ate brussel sprouts?”

Now for the news and a word some women apparently don't like. Due to the milder weather in the Midwest, there’s a chance for an outbreak of Lyme disease, hence this conversation:

“Which is why I wear knee high white socks. That way I can see them and pick them off.”
“Well if you do get them, you need to get chemicals involved quickly. They go for the groin and armpits. You know why? Well I can’t say.”
“Why can’t you say?”
“Because women don’t like that word.”
"What word?”"
​"Moist.”

Medical News:
“I need to drink more water, because I’m nursing a kidney stone. I’m waiting for my little buddy to make an appearance.”

Which reminded me of a oldie but goodie I heard some time back:
"I have to leave early."
"Why?"
​“I just passed a kidney stone and have to go pee in a cup.  I hope I can go.”

Finally, like any lunchroom there are challenges, but probably none more confusing than:
"I can’t get into my banana."