I’m taking a break from voicemails for a bit here.
…Also, there’s this huge-giant spider in the bathroom that is too big to kill. It’ like Aragog from “Harry Potter.”
…Ok, maybe not quite as big as Aragog, but big enough that it is winning the turf war.
I’m thinking of putting a post-it on the door as warning for the WHS Pimp in the morning…but I dunno what to write on it that doesn’t make me sound like a total “girl”…and thus get me made fun of.
I mean, if I put something like, “WARNING: Arachnid of death, enter at own risk,” I’d never hear the end of it. But if I wrote something like, “Enter with boots on and please kill me” that might send a mixed message.
…For instance, what if it decides to move out in the middle of the night, to wherever it came from. Then in the morning, maybe WHS Pimp comes in and finds nothing behind the door…but leaves it open…and I just assume he took care of it, but forget about the post-it…then close the door to go pee at some point, and look like I’m inviting permissive homicide to any and all who walk by.
…And WORSE, what if its still in there with me, at the same time?
These are the kind of things I think about, you guys.
…Especially when my bladder is full of an entire pot of coffee and “freak-bug” in there, won’t let me pee.
Seriously.
…Maybe we could hold like a negotiation for a momentary peace treaty…which lasts just long enough for me to do my business. I tell him, I promise not to go near him with any large, heavy, squish-inducing object, and he promises to stay within my eyeline the whole time, and not move an inch.
…Then, (of course), by morning, WHS Pimp can artfully announce an instant ban on all inter-office peace treaties, and kill him dead with his steel-toed boot. And maybe wipe the creepy guts and leg-appendage-pieces off the wall as well.
Call me just another crazy Politician, but that whole thing sounds really good to me. It’s like a really violent, version of “good cop/bad cop.”
…Or, you know…Europe. In the thirties…
~D
