Last night, I had three pats of butter in my cleavage. Allow me to explain…
I wanted to take a 15 minute break at 10:00 pm so I could catch the first few minutes of CSI in the staff lounge. There was a left over loaf of bread atop the microwave and several pats of butter in the staff refrigerator. The butter was so cold that it was rock solid, which meant it would spread in uneven chunks and tear the bread, neither of which I like. My first thought was to just let them sit out on my desk, but that seemed to be taking too long. Microwave them? These were wrapped in foil (NOT a good thing to put in a microwave, unless you enjoy watching all the pretty sparks) and the last time I tried to soften butter like that I ended up liquefying half of the stick. So, I tried the “Karate Kid” approach. I rubbed my hands together vigorously and held the pats tightly between them. Still not fast enough for me, plus there was other work I wanted to do before I went on my break and the clock was ticking. Try passive body heat, then? Neither my skirt nor my blouse had pockets. That left ONE area… :eek:
I looked around me, even though I knew both coworkers were up at the front desk and I was in the back offices, and with just a slight hesitation, stuffed the three little foil packets in my cleavage. By the time I left for my break, the butter softened enough to be spreadable. Of course, I remove them while I was still in the back because I didn’t want anyone to see me digging around my bosoms, and I’m sure THEY didn’t want to get an eyeful either.
This is either very cleaver, very weird, or both. What say you to this?
I am living without a microwave for the first time in my life right now (new apartment, no microwave yet) and this thread is giving me a pretty good idea for when my fiancee comes over tonight…
