It was dress-down Friday.

When Colin walked in, she thought of Donald Trump. He was wearing a beige safari shirt and matching combat trousers. His blond hair had fallen to one side, like that combover that the Donald has. It looked like he was wearing a dead pale beaver on his head.

This made her laugh.

Colin was her boss. He was as far up himself as the actual Donald.

“You look like a big gay munter,” she said.

Colin smiled.

“Thank you,” he said.

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