I love my boss. Excerpts from a conversation that occurred on Wednesday.

"Crystal, did you cut your hand?"
I could tell he thought I did it at work.
Yeah, last night.
"Oh, Hot Knives?"
Heh, no. I, uh, fell down.
"Were you drinking?"
Little bit.
"Ha ha, good for you."

And later, when a coworker complained about her itchy nipple, he didn't even bat an eye, he just walked away.