-------We are currently in the middle of transitioning to a new computer system at the office and two young men have come down from New York’s headquarters to train us. This morning, Dude #1 was complaining about not having seen much of Miami while being here and his disappointment about leaving tomorrow. Not one to ignore opportunities, I promptly offered my tour guide services and told him to text me tonight, to which he agreed.
(There isn’t really a downside to this situation. For one, I look like the awesome coworker nice enough to take out the IT guys and two, Dude # 1 is totally Mindy’s type.)
I get to the gym around seven and have yet to hear from either of the trainers so I hop on the treadmill and begin daydreaming of the shower and nap that would soon follow my workout. Half an hour later I receive a text from Dude #1 and here's what goes down:
Something tells me it’s going to be a very awkward day at the office tomorrow.