There's a girl (mid-20's) working in our office as a support person. She grates me like fingernails on the chalkboard - something about her inflection is odd. Her voice drives most every other person in the office nuts. Every sentence includes "like" and "you know" and "I mean". Then every other sentence starts off with "My boyfriend..." She loves to remind us that her boyfriend is in radio. (Of course, I know that he does promotions which means he sets up remotes and tosses tshirts...)

She claimed last week that she was a  'finalist' for last season's "The Bachelor".

If she was a finalist for "The Bachelor", then I was a finalist for Playmate of the Year.

She's not an attractive girl. Not unattractive. But the ladies on there are hot. She claimed that she chose not to follow up for the final interview.

Um, okay. Let me get back to Mr. Whats his name that runs the Playboy mansion.