Of course, I was getting imaginative feedback from “parasites”. And upon waking up that morning and while STILL in bed, I told them that “I’m ninety years old!” Then the sensation left immediately as I continued to cackle in the background in my old woman’s voice of high pitch. I had long gray hair and was slightly hunched over.
During work that same day, the new SKIN HEAD guy joked with another of his staff and mentioned something about “90 years”. Again, this was one of many incidences at my “temp job from hell”. Their stupidity was meant to be within ear-shot of moi. And “Peggy” knows it: She believes in fairies. So you see folks, the Irish lad, too, is a spook.
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