I Am the Lowest of the Low

A guy in my dept. is getting a new laptop, so someone from the IT group came to set it up for him. The IT guy went away and the guy getting the new laptop came to my cube to rub in my face that he has a new laptop.. here is the conversation:

me: that guy looks like the kind of guy that when he bends over, you can see his butt crack
he: yes, I think that every time I see him. But he isn’t as bad as the other one, the angry one with the long braid..
me: He doesn’t come across as angry to me
he: maybe not, but he stinks!

at this point in the conversation we hear a loud cough from the cube behind mine (which has been empty due to a consultant leaving). The butt crack guy is in there re-imaging the PC! Then he gets up and we see him walk by. Me and my co-worker stare at each other, redfaced, in complete horror. We are so mortified! We’ve insulted him and his co-worker.. see if we ever get any IT support again. I am making a vow not to say mean things anymore (at least outloud)..

** Update: Butt crack guy must not have heard (or understood that it was about him). He later returned and talked my co-worker for a long time, telling him all kinds of crazy stuff like that he was studying forensic science so he could be a police officer, that he carries a gun - but never to bars and he doesn’t like the women he meets in bars anyway. Although, perhaps the IT guy was punishing my co-worker with this wacky endless conversation.