Brenda And The Big Bom Theory
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She was only joking – so why did everyone, from work colleagues to waitresses, take her words the wrong way?
There was one of those sudden silences in the office. Someone stifled a giggle, then conversation resumed, rather louder than was necessary.
Stan unhitched himself from his perch on Brenda’s desk.
“Want to come and pick up those invoices?” He grabbed her arm and hustled her out of the office into the warehouse, carefully closing the door behind them.
“Honestly, Bren! You can’t speak to the Boss like that!”
“Like what?” She raised her eyebrows and spread her hands. “It wasn’t me who said there wasn’t any point in the lorry driver offering to give him a lift. He can’t climb into those cabs because they’re too high and he’s too fat. He said it – not me.”