. . . before my boss left to go to the hospital today (to visit a client of ours who tried to kill herself), and before he left instructions with me to see if I could get another client of ours out of jail in order to go to Court in Cornwall next week . . .
He whipped out a gold shopping bag and when on a short diatribe about the pleasures of scented soap. He then modeled the soap for me and told me how much he enjoyed things that were perfumed.
Is my homophobic boss a closet metrosexual?
No, but still.
Posted by Ally at July 26, 2006 02:29 PM