This afternoon, at an undisclosed store, chatting with two female staffers:
Me: So I observed earlier today that people who have the word “sexy” in their e-mail address usually aren’t.
C.: Too true.
K.: Wait — one of my e-mail addresses is cutiepie@[server name deleted to protect the innocent].
C: Really?
I could see that.
Me: Okay, so the law doesn’t apply for the phrase “cutie pie”. Do you have any other e-mail addresses also like that?
K (getting all faux coy): Well…
Me: ‘Fess up…
K: I have this other e-mail address, pinkpearl@[server name deleted to protect the innocent].
Me: Pink Pearl as in the eraser?
K (looking at me with a you-should-know-better expression through the world’s cutest set of bangs): No, Joey.
C: Whatever could you mean then?
Me: The little man at the front of the boat…
C (getting the picture all of a sudden): That’s your e-mail address?
Me: You pretend your tongue’s the bad cop, and you’re beating on the little man like the perp who killed your partner.
K (laughing, slapping her palm on the counter): That’s hilarious!
Me: So’s the fact that I’ll never look at my Pink Pearl eraser in the same way again.
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