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It was my second or third day on the job at a software development firm in Atlanta. All day long I'm getting emails from my new boss, a very serious mba wannabe middle aged middle management type chick about the current project, and also getting emails from my wife just about stupid everyday shit. Long story shortened: I reply to my wife along these lines (I don't remember exactly what I said, but this is close) :
"Foxy,
Why don't we catch a flick tonight.
Maybe you'll get lucky. Hubba hubba ;)"
As I'm sure you guessed, I had hit reply to the wrong email.
Moments later there came a very terse reply about how her husband would probably not appreciate it and so on.
The shittiest part was that I just sounded like more of a dog when I denied it to her. Yeah right pal, it was meant for your wife, sure.
The office was evry tense for a while.
The end.
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