One lunch, in spite of the fact that Pissy and I, and our staffs, were there, she decided to try to increase sales by aggressively coming on to me. Asking questions like:
"Does your wife ever travel and leave you alone?"
"I live on the north side. Let me give you my number, in case you're ever in that area."
"I have a meeting near here this Saturday. Any chance you'll be at your office that day?"
The highlight, however, was what she didn't know.
This was at a time when Mary was out on maternity leave. And filling in for her was Mrs. Grumpy.
Who was sitting directly behind Miss Hooters (who she figured was just the secretary).
So, while Miss Hooters was discussing her pharmaceutical wares and underwares, my wife didn't say a word. She just made faces at me over Miss Hooter's shoulder, occasionally holding up bunny ears behind the rep's head, or the finger, or her sandwich, or whatever office supplies were within reach.
Pissy, who had the same view of the show as I did, pretended to have a coughing fit to keep from laughing, and ran out.