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  "Oh Shit!, it's Wednesday again, what time is it?" Shit, almost 3:30, maybe he won't be in this week.  I used to dred every Wednesday at 3:45. I knew he would be in, he never missed a week. Never missed a chance to spread his womanizing, degrading, belittling, smart ass comments. What will it be this week, more about his opinion that a woman shouldn't be doing my job, or maybe another slam about my husbands ass crack hanging out when he bends over...I never knew what kind of meaningless, hurtfull, dribble was going to come out of his mouth next. Yup, just like clockwork, here he is.
  I said my normal "Good afternoon Roy." only to get a return of "Jesus Darcy, if your tits get any bigger, you are going to have push your desk out."  That's was it, today was the last day, no more bullshit from this short, little rotund man that reminded me of a weeble wobble I used to play with as a child.  I couldn't hold it in any longer,,"You know Roy, if your belly gets any bigger, you're going to have to trade that belt in for something else.  I know,  I can get you a piece of wire from outback. How long do we need it?"  I happened to have a tape measure sitting on my desk from some project the mechanic had been working on. I smiled the sweetest smile I could possibly muster up, and held out the tape measure. Roys face became a cold, white, blank.  He had nothing to say, he turned and walked out the office door.
  Roy changed after that Wednesday afternoon. There were no smart ass comments, no womanizing remarks pertaining to any part of my body, no cracks about my husbands crack.  He continued to come into the shop at his normal time, Wednesday afternoons at 3:45. We now discussed his four wheeler, or what I had done that weekend. It took him a while, this wasn't instanteous by no means, but Roys trips in were no longer the doom of my day.  If I see him at the grocery store or at the bank, I will actually stop and say hello, not try to hide behind the closest thing possible, trying to plan my escape. I think Roy just needed a challenge, or a slap in the face...but all in all I think I gave him both.