In which I am outed as a . . . well, you’ll see

A couple of days ago, everyone in my department had on khakis. Two people had on red shirts, the department head had on a blue shirt, and I had on a brown shirt. My boss said, “Hey, it’s like Star Trek day or something – all these solid color shirts, khaki pants!” Then he turned to me and said something about how my outfit wasn’t conforming quite as well as the others. I said, “That’s okay, I’m the ship’s counselor, and I can wear whatever I want.” He nodded his approval.

A few minutes later, I walked up to him and said, “Can we forget that I knew enough about Star Trek to geek out like that in front of all of you?” He looked at me and said, “We can try to forget it, but we’re still going to give you a hard time about it.”

My name is Kari, and I’m a recovering Star Trek addict. (Original and Next Generation, with a little Deep Space Nine thrown in for fun.)

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