At around 5:00pm yesterday, I heard at least three people talking near the slamming back door.
I saw the back of skin head barely above the cubicle wall and the buck-toothed dweeb, who coughed obviously and loudly at my air space and as the skin head shook his hand of well wishes to WTF he is going.
I couldn’t hear or care WTF he was talking about — the work that needed to be done by today and his travel to WTF he is gong.
Because of my bad hearing and because he was at the dummy’s desk at that time, he can crash and burn for all I care.
I notice his rosy cheeks too. It could be allergies or that he is demonically possessed.
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