We were all around the barbecue on the back porch, talking about high school and reminiscing about who were had been friends with, who we’d seen recently, and who we hadn’t.
“Do you remember John Stevens?”
“Oh, yeah, I had English with him. Do you remember Sara Mentro? I just saw her at the grocery store the other day.”
“We had a lunch period together! I haven’t seen Sara in years. What about Jen Silverman?”
“The one with the great tits, right?”
Wait, what?
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So, as I mentioned, I was groped at a work event last weekend by someone, D, who was volunteering (and sometimes worked for us). I talked about it with my coworkers and my bosses, all of whom agreed it was super-creepy, totally unacceptable, and needed some sort of response from the organization.
Well, today the special events director, RW called the guy who did it. She started the conversation something along the lines of, “So I wanted to discuss the…incident…that happened this past weekend at the benefit. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
At that point, D responded, “Wait, are you joking? You mean when I grabbed [male name]‘s fake boob?”
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