Self-Inflicted Alone Time

Skins comes up to me at my desk and asks, “Where is everybody? You’re all alone!”

It doesn’t help that the desks either side of me have been unoccupied for several months, but Mr. G is off sick today, and Miss T and Boss Lady were in a meeting, meaning that I was the sole occupant in my section of six desks.

“I didn’t wear deodorant today,” I offered by way of explanation. Skins laughed and nodded knowingly, before I explained where everyone was.
“The others are in a meeting.”

“Yeah,” he said, “About you!”

“True,” I agreed, “They’re probably discussing, ‘How on earth can we make her wear deodorant?’ It’s a sensitive subject.”

He started to walk away, laughing, “I’m only walking away because I have to get back to work, not because, you…you know…”

We giggled, but I wonder if I should joke about these things...