Along I go, knock on the door and very politely say "Hi, How are you?", "That's good, I'm fine thanks...[Boss] asked me to ask you if you could please lift us home?".
Easy enough. Now somewhere along I must have had an itch on my side and subconsciously went to scratch supposed itch because all of a sudden boss' mother tells me some very disturbing news...the conversation went a bit like this:
Boss' Mom: You're not itching are you!?
Me: Um *stops hand in midscratch * no...
Boss' Mom: Oh Good! Cause I've got this terribly contagious scavies I've been battling for six weeks and I thought maybe it had been spread onto you lot, ha ha.
[Inside my head: CONTAGIOUS SCAVIES!? What the Hell!? Ah, what do I say? WHAT DO I SAY?]
Me: *Takes a step back* uh... *walks back to the office*
Seriously, just the thought makes me itch all over!
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