**The Asbestos Mango
** It’s sort of lucky that neither of the “Mikes” was named Mike Hunt, I suppose.
I talked to the plant manager about George and he, the PM, said that George had told him the story. According to George, he offered the receptionist his driver’s license but she said that he needed a note. George, fortunately, is laughing about the situation now. Yesterday, I thought his head was going to pop.
The receptionist isn’t new. However, she has recently returned from a sick leave and, apparently, forgot. My attempts to discern exactly what she thought was going on have failed. I’m hiding in my office, whimpering.
Apparently whimpering so loudly that I couldn’t tell the message had already posted.
But I did wear a shirt to work, so today hasn’t been all bad.
No man, I’m Dave! Open up the damn door! 
Complete and unabashed hijack - I’m desperate for ‘That 70’s Show’ to introduce someone named Dave just to hear it in real time.
I think the cops followed me!
Update: George’s real name is the sort of name that can be male or female, depending on spelling. Like Francis/Frances. Or Carroll/Carol.
Today, the receptionist came to my office and said that the reason she was trying to make him bring a note was that it was a woman’s name, despite him showing her i.d. which she says she saw but she just thought it was a joke. She has met him before. She has even given him his check before. I want my mommy. :smack:
But then they might breed, and who knows what sort of trouble the little ditzspawn will get into?
What could only make this story funnier is if you work for a really small company and George is the only employee.
But I think I have this case solved.
George came in and asked for his check third party, making her think he was picking up someone elses check. When he said his name he pause between his first and last name.
Something like this “I’m here to pick up George ah Miller’s check”
Ta DA!
So, she couldn’t tell that this was a boy George?