| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Tuesday, October 9
someone, oh god, someone please -- tell me that i did not just witness this: i was in roto [why do most of my stories circle around roto?], and tolerating my lunch when i heard a cough... i didn't really think much of it. it is cold and flu season, afterall. anyway, the coughing progressed to a hacking, annoying, noise pollution mess, and i had to see what what was going on. so, i finally turned around to look at the perpatrator and i saw the old lady that replenishes the napkin trays hacking up some lung butter. "oh, sick!" i screamed to myself. i started shivering in horror and disgust, wishing i had never looked over at "lunch lady doris" dispersing her mucous development on the paper products i use to wipe my mouth after i make a complete mess of myself... horrifying is what it was. it was simply horrifying.
Slapped up here on 10/09/2001 03:54:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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