Nervous chatter

At the end of the work day yesterday, Beau called me from the pub across the street and asked me to come over for a beer.

I was happy to oblige.

When I walked in, Beau was sitting at the bar... with the president of the company.

The president is a very nice, very approachable man.

But I get nervous around authority. Even super-nice, super-approachable authority.

And so I started chattering.

And I kept nattering on and on.

And the whole time, I realize I'm doing it, but I can't stop.

And then came the crown jewel of all ridiculous and embarrassing chatter.

I told him that when I get stressed at work, I break out in a weird rash on the inside of my elbows.

And then...

I. showed. it. to. him.

And the whole time, I kept screaming in my head WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???

But I can't stop.

You'll be shocked to find out that he left not long after that.

And as he left, he patted me on the back and wished me good luck with my rash.

Oh Lord.

I'm so pathetic.