Monday, October 17, 2005
As if I didn't have enough stress in my life. As I left work tonight, our jack-of-all-trades guy at work sang out "Goodniiiiiggght." Very merrily. Hmmmm...
As I approached my car, I noticed this deadly, venom-spewing creature at the base of my car door, and slowed my gait considerably. Is that a rubber hose thingy? It looks like a snake. A snake, it IS a snake.
I am NOT jumping over that snake to get in my car. It will sling itself up my pantsleg and bite my butt. I'm not getting in on the other side and crawling over either, cuz I'd probably still run over the thing, and have snake guts on my tires.
And I know, I KNOW that it's that blasted co-worker of mine that planted that serpent at my door; in 19 years of working together, he's left many a creature in my path to scare bejeezus out of me. Have YOU ever bent over your t-square to find yourself face-to-face with a dried-up tarantula? I have.
I'm telling you this now, so that you all can testify for me in a court of law, after I get done with this guy tomorrow. I'm sure you'll all find me justified.
Worse yet, I might just tell his wife on him.