My boss told me to put up a poster about 30 minutes ago. A simple task you might say. Well, looks can be deceiving, my friend. Oh how they can deceive. For you see, this poster had no desire to adjoin with the wall. No, it prefered to leap from it's smooth, verticle grasp with the utmost grace and fall unelegantly to the floor far below... Repeatedly... These actions, inconsiderate of my will, infuriated me until I proclaimed my hatred of that laminated piece of botanical excrement to the heavens. To my unfortunate horror, the heavens were not the only witness to my turmoil, but the owner of the poster as well. He, who to my shock and dismay, was at that present time located in the office adjacent to my own. This being's presence was only made known to me through his apologetic tone and words expressing regret at ever having rolled up that flexible sheet of doom. My cheeks, flushed red, were soon covered in tears of great amusement as I came to peace with the hilarity of our circumstance.
But, I still hate that f_cking poster!
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"To my unfortunate horror" - that's the scariest kind of horror.
ReplyDeleteTrue story...that line will go down in history, doncha know?
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