Wow. A dude here at the workplace has a buddy or a friend or an ex-co-worker or a story about whatever it is that you just finished an anecdote about. Every time. Incredulous stories, too.  I’m thinking of really f*cking with him on an Old Testament-type story to see what he’s got in the bag.

What do I mean?  Example…
ME: “I have a rod in my leg from the time I was hit by a Harley-Davidson at 40mph in a cross-walk.  Considering how far I flew and where I landed on the street, I’m super lucky that all I had was a tib-fib fracture and some hardware.  No concussion or internal injuries, super lucky on that.”

OFFICE AESOP: “Ah, yeah, a buddy of mine once was in a crowd of people, he was looking the other way like a dumbass. They were at a race like a street race thing, kinda dumb but anyway, yeah… One of the motorcycles in the race got too low or something around the corner, and he was, like, the only one who didn’t move when it went into the crowd.  Totally took his feet out and he broke, like, his tibia, fibia, part of his knee, snapped his ACL, it was baad.  He still rides his motorcycle though.”

Multiply this 5 times a day.  And if you’re working on something on your laptop and want him to peek over shoulder, just say, “Hmm…”

I think it’s part of a deeper need within Maslow’s Hierarchy from Psychological up to Self-Actualization with a detour at “VALIDATE ME” or maybe just “NOISE MEANS POPULAR.”

Anyway… I like when an anecdote is added to add value or humor, but every time? EVERY TIME. Every Tifuckingme.  Wow.