Hello, I'm an ovary

It's about 9ish Friday morning when I stroll into work and walk down the hall to say good morning to my co-workers. I like to use the "ish" in an attempt to somewhat mask the actual time I saunter in. Technically, 9ish could be 9:59 since there is still a "9" on the hour hand. I did however arrive much earlier than 9:59 though. So I walk down the hall to find one co-worker in a meeting, another on the phone, and the final two that live at the end of the hall in a deep, meaningful, obviously work-related discussion. I chose to not interrupt their intense dialogue and proceeded to turn around to walk back to my desk. As I'm about a third of the way there, I hear one of my colleagues who was in the deep discussion, say in a voice several decibels louder than her library voice, "Hello, I'm an ovary". Sometimes you stop and pause and maybe ask for clarification, sometimes you just keep walking. I kept walking.

Tomorrow, I'm going to be an acorn.