I was in my boss's office about 10 minutes ago. He was asking me to request a police officer to come into the office tomorrow. One of the felony ADAs came in and sat down. She started talking to my boss about his wife, and Valentine's Day approaching and what he was planning to get her. He commented on how much he liked the boots she was wearing and thought his wife would like them as well, and inquired as to where she got them.
Her response: Oh, these? Yeah, I got them at Bloomingdale's. My friends and I call them my...Ummm...earmuffs [motioning to me]-
So naturally I replied: Are you kidding? You're gonna tell me to put on earmuffs? I'm not 6 years old, I think I can handle anything you are gonna say here.
Both my boss and I are pretty sure she's going to refer to them as her "Fuck me" boots, which is a fairly common phrase, and could be fairly awkward in front of someone you're not really comfortable with. But oh no.
We call them my hooker boots.
You wanted me to put on earmuffs so that you could say hooker? it's not even a bad word. This makes no sense to me.
In her defense, since she isn't one of the ADAs I deal with, I don't really know her very well. But if she was embarrassed to say hooker around me, then I'm just bewildered. In the 6 months I have been here, I have never felt so...young. Sadface.
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