polite sex

Yesterday, in the office, I could hear Bekah expressing frustration over the sound of the copy machine beeping. So I wandered out to help her.

"What's wrong?"

The machine cover was open, and Bekah was staring into it. "I don't know."

"Here, I think it goes like this . . ." I pulled a lever, and something slid out. "Oof."

"I think something's stuck."

"Hold on. Let's turn this thing this way."

"Careful."

"Oops, that's not it."

"Try this." I pulled another lever.

"Ah-HA! There it is." Bekah spotted the rogue piece of paper hiding in the bowels of the beast

"Be careful."

"Oops, I've lost it."

"Hold on, let's try again."

At this point, Seong called out from her desk. "What ARE you two doing out there?"

"Wrestling with the copy machine?" Bekah yelled back.

Seong dissolved into a fit of giggles. "It sounds like two very polite people trying to have sex."