My manager at work has an accent. At first I thought he was German or Dutch or something, but I found out the other day he's Polish. Nothing wrong with that. My first husband was Polish on his mother's side. His grandfather had the same accent as my boss.
Anyway, last night Irek, my boss, was working on the machine next to mine. Something was wrong with it. They put on a new piece that wasn't putting enough silicone in the plastic tubes, or something like that, & he was trying to adjust it. Eventually he walked over to me and said "I'm sorry, Ruth, but I have to kill you now."
Excuse me?
Turns out he needed to kill the power to both machines so he could do something to the one he was working on.
Didn't have to kill me even a little bit.
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