Product of Desperation

Due to the nature of my work, I have invented a husband. He magically appeared out of thin air due to some sexually harassing comments that were aimed at me by a male patient. I explained that my husband wouldn't appreciate him saying such things to me. I then explained that my "husband" is 6' 5", played defensive tackle for Notre Dame, and was very protective of me. The patient then proceeded to apologize. I was very offended and said that my marital status should have nothing to do with the way he was speaking to me and other female staff members.

Since then, I have had several co-workers ask if I am married. Why they are interested I really don't know. But, I think my "husband" needs a name and I might need to get a "ring" just to keep unwanted male attention away from me. I'm there to work not hook-up or whatever it is people do now. I think I might need to make a run for an inexpensive silver band to wear to work every day. Maybe I can find a coupon somewhere.