During an impromptu coffee break at work, Sandra and I started our frivolous conversation about the hickies on my neck.
Me: Will you stop talking about it already. You have seen it numerous time and you should have been bored by now.
Sandra: I won’t stop talking! I don’t have any, see.
Me: That’s something you got to ask your boyfriend, madam!
Sandra: Ah, I hate you. We are not together anymore, don’t you know.
Me: Oh well, you kicked him out. Whose fault is that?
Sandra: One more time you say that, am going to kick you, ass!
I made and elbow gesture and said: Oh yeah?
Sandra gestured to punch my lower abdomen and said: Try it!
Me: If you do that, the bell will ring.
Sandra: The bell will be so damaged that it won’t ring.
Me: You must marry me if you damage it.
Sandra: I am not marrying anything that is remotely damaged.
Me: Ah madam, don’t you know? Good to see, nice to hold, once broken, considered sold!