It's always nice to know people have got your back. Take yesterday for instance. I walked around for an hour and a half with coffee on my nose without a single person telling me. We're not talking just a little dot, either. I could have won the Brown Nose award of the year with that baby. I noticed people staring at me with some odd expression, but figured it was because the coffee hadn't kicked in. Why not just go the extra step of telling me? Instead, I had to walk through a group of executives and three assistants with coffee on my nose.

I've always been the one to point out the little mishaps. Skirt hiked up? lettuce in your teeth? Have no fear, super-embarrassing-moment-saver is here. I'll even offer my compact so you can pick that wad of food right out on the spot. All I ask is that you let me know IF I HAVE A FUCKING GLOB OF COFFEE ON MY NOSE. Jeesh...

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Dude, that is SO uncool! I would've told you for sure.

How in the world did you get that much coffee on your nose? You know you're supposed to drink it as opposed to snort it, right?

*ducks*

*hands over chocolate*

*makes sure Diva is appeased*

I would definitely tell you about the coffee. I often let people know when they have dust or fuzz on their butts. Hopefully, they don't think too hard about me looking at their butts. Oh well.

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