Now people are straggling in. Wet hair still, turning TVs on, letting phones brrrrring. One guy laughs like a robot and knows at least one friend’s cousin’s daughter’s best friend in every city in America and maybe a few in Canada. He’s had the hiccups for 2 days in a row. I wonder if he slept last night, it’s the first noise he made. More like a gasp, a puppy gasping or burping. He sits behind me and along with the huuuup and the gaha.ha.ha.ha all day, I’ll try not to lose my swirly marbles.
That bagel gave me heartburn where I don’t have a heart – how is that possible?
Maybe I should creep up behind him and scare the beejesus out of him. Sounds like ideal interpersonal-office relations to me.
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