November's Disgruntled Employee of the Month: Denise Wah, Amalgamated Humor masseuse GARY NEWBRUNSWICK: Congratulations, Denise! DENISE WAH: Oh no, Mr. Gary. You need massage again?
GN: No no, Denise. I asked you to come in here because you've been selected as this month's Disgruntled Employee of the Month! DW: So you no need massage? GN: Well, I guess I wouldn't say "no" to one. DW: I thought so, Mr. Gary. OK, lay down. GN: Right. There you go. OK, so how long have you been with the company now? DW: Three year, Mr. Gary. Oh, you are so tense! You're neck muscles all twisted up like... GN: Pretzels? DW: No, pretzel too soft. More like - GN: What? They make some pretty hard pretzels. DW: I like the Hot Sam. Your neck muscles hard like... GN: Stone? DW: Stone not twisted. Something hard and twisted. Maybe roots. GN: OK. So why does Amalgamated Humor even have a full time masseuse? DW: Everybody tense. GN: Why's that, do you think? DW: Oh, work for crazy people. GN: I guess. DW: Crazy people with no souls. Dangerous combination. GN: Ow! DW: Oh, you such a cry baby. GN: That hurt! DW: Of course that hurt, your back all bunched up like bachelor's laundry. GN: You use the strangest metaphors. DW: At least I try to come up with something different, pretzel boy. GN: So, I imagine one of the hazards of your job is men trying to get fresh with you. Does that ever happen? DW: You mean, besides you, Mr. Gary? GN: What? I never tried anything! DW: Yeah, OK. If that your story on the record. GN: I didn't! DW: OK, but why not? GN: What? DW: I'm sexy. I know it. GN: Uh... I don't know what to say. DW: Oh, Mr. Gary! You're gay! GN: No, I'm not! DW: My brother told me all men with moustaches are gay, but I thought he was just crazy from the paint fumes. GN: I'm not gay! DW: They why you not try to throw me on massage table and mix your sweat with mine? GN: Well... it wouldn't be appropriate! DW: What could be more appropriate than man and woman intertwined? GN: Uh... I have no idea what to say to that. DW: Mr. Gary tense.
GN: Was that a haiku? DW: No more speak, Mr. Gary. Shhh..... shh.....
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