I was telling my boss, Flo, that a writer whom I've never met (he's in the Middle East) is among the best in our entire org.
"Hagar is super-clean," I observed.
Flo dismissively flicked her knuckles in my direction. "You're only saying that because she's hot," she snorted.
This just got interesting. "He's a she?"
"Yeah, like you didn't know."
"And she's hot?"
Flo glared at me. "Well, I don't think so, but all the guys over there slobber after her. Me, I don't get it. I guess she's hot if—"
Her face wrinkles with genuine disgust.
"—you're into skinny Jewish chicks who look like Natalie Portman."
I didn't dare make eye contact. "Yeah. Guys really hate that."