So an employee walks up to me this past Saturday, saying that he doesn't feel well. He is holding his stomach, looking anxious. He asks to go home. It's a Saturday and my flock of employees were not happy to be working early on a Saturday morning. I already had one employee try to escape their shift, but this guy looked distraught. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I don't feel good," he says. "Do you have a fever, or migraine, or stomach ache?" I ask, motioning towards him holding his tummy. "I feel nauseous... and I feel like I have mud butt..."
I think I almost gave myself mud butt to prevent from laughing. I let the agent go home, not wanting him to get sick (or mud butt) all over his desk...
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