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.
“Thank you,” he said.