During our multidisplinary meeting today, my colleague was ogling this pretty person. He turned to me and whispered
E: Is that a surgeon?
Me: She must be.
E: She looks so...
Me: Young, right?
E: Beautiful. She looks so beautiful. And young.
I agree. But we were in a meeting and we would embarrass our HOD with our behavior. He kept whispering praises and I was almost laughing so I whispered back
Me: You're focusing on the wrong thing! I'm telling Mr. A!
Mr. A: Tell me what?
Me: E is focusing on the wrong thing.
E: That surgeon is so beautiful.
Mr. A to me in the most serious face and whisper tone he could muster: Don't worry, it's normal.
At the end of the meeting Mr. A and I were hurried to get out because we want to find that surgeon and tell her E found her captivating. E was reprimanding us but
Mr. A: We're just helping you.
Me: Yaah I don't want to be pushing Mr. A on a wheelchair at your wedding.
The joke is Mr. A will be old and fragile by the time E finally gets married, that's how much faith Mr. A has in his love life hahahaha.

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