September 22nd, 2008; 9:02 PM
Current mood:
disgusted
disgustedI'm sitting at my desk. I had to take my mother to the dentist this morning, so I'm working through my lunch, so that I won't be out as long. My coworker was nice enough to swing by Mc Donald's and get me a cheeseburger, fries, and coke. (I love their fries! They are greasy, salty, and delicious!) So…I'm sitting at the front desk, attempting to discreetly, yet quickly scarf down my lunch. And this agent walks up to my desk, fishes out the scissors from my cup, and starts to (no joke) cut off his arm hair! (Gross! And weird!) Yeah. And also really unappetizing. Lunch was over quickly. The *used* scissors are still lying on my desk. I totally would swab them down with rubbing alcohol if I had it. It was all that I could do, to restrain myself from commenting. I seriously felt like blurting out, "Why not just cut off some pubes while you're at it? I mean, personal grooming is important. Here…You could sprinkle some on my cheeseburger while you're at it." But somehow I thought that wouldn't go over so well. Yeah…. Anyhoo…It reminded me of the Thanksgiving that I bought a pumpkin pie from the grocery store, only to realize that it had a pubic hair on top. THANK GOD I noticed it before I took it over to my friend's house, who was hosting the dinner!!! That wouldn't be much of an offering. "And here…I brought you a pumpkin pie…with *accoutrements!* -Dig in!!!"
