So the other morning I was making my way through security, and who was on duty but by favorite security guard (you know, the one who suggested I buy another pump.) Now I had kept this whole misadventure from my first day back in the plant, but apparently his fellow security guards had not. Word made its way back to the security supervisors, who coached him, and then proceeded to include the event in their training program under "what not to do."
Anyhow, he thought it was pretty funny as he was telling me this story while performing the required inspection of my breast pump. "You and me are famous together now," he says.
I always wanted to be well known at work courtesy of my breast pump.