“You got something on your forehead,” somebody said to me.
“It’s Lent. I’ve given up bathing for 40 days,” I said back.

“That’s ashes on your forehead,” she said in reply
“Yep. That’s particularly disgusting considering I don’t have a fireplace ain’t it,” I replied.

“What are y’all carrying on about,” said somebody else.
“The fact that I’ve giving up bathing for Lent,” I said.
“What? And what’s that on your forehead,” she said in reply.
“Ashes, which is really disgusting considering I got ashes all over me and I don’t even have a fireplace,” I said.

“Look, fool! I know you went to church during lunch. I know today is Ash Wednesday. I know you have ashes on your forehead from church,” said the first person.
“Yep, but I still gave up bathing for Lent. Wanna get closer and smell,” I said.
“Splutter Splutter* Gasp Choke Cough Cough Cough,” said the second person who had just swigged down a big gulp of water.

I kill at work I tell ya! Kill!
And I was banned from the break room for the rest of the day. Yeah, like I wanted to go back in there anyway!


