A slice of how not cool I am

In the hallway at the office, passing a certain guy at the copier:

He says, I like the polka dots on your skirt.

Not turning back, I say, I like that you noticed.

I also like to think that I'm cool and collected but the fact is that I am only that way for brief periods of time. When I rounded the corner out of sight, I grinned like a school girl and twirled in a circle like Maria atop the hills that were alive with the sound of music. Then I gathered my composure and went about my business.