Blair looked up from the crossword puzzle he was frowning over and saw Jim looking through the job ads.
“Tyson’s as in chicken? What do I know about chicken other than two dozen ways to prepare it.”
Jim shrugged and looked at him over the paper. “I don’t know, but they’re starting salary is $22 an hour.”
“Seriously?” Blair shook his head. “Wonder why they’re paying that much.”
“Hmm… maybe they heard about all your experience with cock?”
“Hey Jimbo,” Megan said as she walked towards Jim’s desk. “Some of the guys were talking trash about your earlier.”
Blair’s ears perked up. “What were they saying?”
“Doesn’t matter, Chief,” Jim said, going back to the file he was working on.
“Sure it does, Jim. You have to set them straight if they’re wrong.” Blair turned back to Megan, “so, what were they saying?”
“They were saying that Jimbo here,” Megan gestured with her thumb in his direction, “likes dick sandwiches.”
Blair shook his head. “No, that’s definitely wrong. Jim doesn’t even like bread.”