It's a split second, a moment of clarity that snaps you into a focused adrenaline rush of concentration, enabling you to fully realize and comprehend that you are about to google "bra tricks" instead of "bar tricks" on your work laptop. What consequences would there be if I'd pulled up a slew of porn on this computer? I don't know. and I don't want to. This is oil and gas my friends. This is high stakes shit. This is where men (and occasionally women) are defined, and trample on the decidedly boyish (and occasionally girlish).
Or maybe my boss would just laugh and scratch his junk. Hard to tell.
