I overheard two co-workers talking.
“I need that information today,” one says firmly to the other.
“Ok, let me talk to so-and-so and so-and-so, and I’ll get that information together, and I’ll send you a female this afternoon.”
A laugh wells in my throat. The “f” is a breathy inflection, barely audible , but I swear, swear that I heard it. And ever since, I’ve been playing this little game, imagining people saying “Female” instead of “Email”:
“Did you see that female?”
“Let me just finish this female.”
“Do you have my personal female?”
“My female is down.”
“I spent all morning answering my female.”
“You can trying leaving a voicemail, but I get better response when a send him a female.”
