So the other day, I was working with my brilliant, cute, sweet, 20 something co-worker and noticed she had a red mark on her lovely youthful leg.
Then, I noticed a blue mark on her other lovely youthful leg.
Then, I realized there were a lot of red and blue marks, too many to count, on both her legs.
I took a breath as to ask her which of the two Karate black belts in our department I should send after the person who did this to her, but I noticed that the marks had awfully clear margins to be bruises.
Then, I noticed they were little hearts.
She was wearing patterned hose.
I really feel old sometimes.