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TIFU by telling my boss I was a “power bottom”

Obligatory happened a few years ago. Also on mobile, sorry for typos.

Worked for a guy moving all types of shit: furniture, fountains, nursery plants and trees, whatever. When I first started my boss and i were tasked with carrying a particularly heavy couch up a set of stairs.

“You want top or bottom?” my boss asked.

“Bottom. I’m a power bottom” I joked.

He didn’t laugh or anything, just picked up the top and started guiding it up the stairs.

Turned out my boss thought I looked like a smaller guy, and was pretty surprised I was able to handle the bottom of the couch.

After that, he started regularly referring to me as “power bottom”.

Guys had to move a 500 lb fountain bowl up a ramp?

“Let power bottom grab a corner.”

Coworker asking my boss to move a solid wood desk to the third floor?

“Take the power bottom”

The guys I worked with thought it was hilarious, but never told him to keep the joke going. Plus it became my nickname on the team.

Cut to a few weeks later and my boss is at our local small town dive bar. He’s telling a few of his buddies about his business, when one of his friends asks him if he can help him move a several hundred lb saltwater fish tank.

“Yeah, you should see this power bottom on my team. He’ll getcha’ fixed right up.”

As my boss told me the next day, the surrounding bar fell silent, as one of his friends explained what a power bottom was. He was ridiculed the rest of the night.

Needless to say, he gave me a punch in the arm and never called me power bottom again (although the guys on the team would).

tl;dr told my boss i was a power bottom, he thought it meant I was good at moving furniture until one of his redneck buddies told him it wasn’t.

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