Yesterday a co-worker asked, "Can you help me real quick? I need another set of eyeballs on this." There was this strange awkward moment where I contemplated the odds that he really wanted to pull my eyeballs out of their sockets so he could use them for a minute and then he would give them back- a weird transfer of slimy and now bloody eyeballs. I panicked! Mumbled something incoherent and went and hid in the larger handicap stall in the men's bathroom for a good 45 minutes.
Turns out it's just an expression and he only wanted me to look over a quote with him.
