Earlier this week a group of people from work went out for lunch to celebrate one of their birthdays. When my coworker asked one of the attendees how it went, she got an unhappy response. My coworker asked if it was the food. The attendee (we'll call her associate A) said no, it was watching coworkers B and C (both married, to other people of course) flirt and otherwise interact with one another.
I said "She's really one to talk". Two weeks ago I had to suffer through a business dinner watching her (unmarried) flirt and otherwise interact with coworker D (married). In addition, she wore a totally cleaveage-inappropriate dress. Let's just say the girls were for sure on display. Now, I'm not a hater. There's a time and a place for the amount of cleavage she had on display. But that place is a club, not a white tablecloth business dinner.
The pot was certainly calling the kettle black in this instance. Or perhaps as the saying goes "it takes one to know one".
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