I totally smacked my elbow on a cart only moments ago.... In fact, it almost resemble a xylophone as my elbow ran the length of the metal rack.
Agony!
The New Guy was playing footsies with me today in the plant meeting. I was particularly horrified.
He had been in the production managers meeting this morning, attaching himself to me like a carbuncle. Immediately after the production managers meeting was the plant meeting, the carbuncle was at my side the entire time.
He had tricked me at first, I initially believed I had made my escape when he wandered off by the pop machine. Taking a seat next to the Christmas tree, I hid from the view of the pop machine, hoping he would not see where I had disappeared off too.
It didn't work. He LOOKED for me, then sat right next to me.
So, there I was, through the entire plant meeting, sitting next to The New Guy, who incidentally moves nonstop, watching the room as people like GQ and My Partner in Crime stare at me, and laugh in a couple of cases.
Near the end of the meeting the real horrors began. Trying to not pay attention to how utterly and physically annoying The New Guy was, I had focused my attention on the 18 barrettes that Hedda Hopper was wearing in her hair.
That was when it happened.
I felt him hit my foot with his own. Immediately thinking my foot had been in the way of one of his epileptic fits, I slide my feet back beneath my chair. His foot hit my foot again. This time, I knew it was on purpose. Glancing over at him, I see him smiling down at me, sliding his foot back in my direction.
I wanted to die.
What does a person do in a situation like this? I was absolutely clueless! I didn't want to reciprocate, good lord, I may end up finding him peeking at me through my windows one night. Or, what if someone happened to see this little episode?
Needless to say, I stared in horror and watched him quickly pull his foot back.
I could almost feel my leg shriveling up, it'll undoubtedly drop off by the end of the day.
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I could almost feel my leg shriveling up, it'll undoubtedly drop off by the end of the day.
Is he a leper?
How awkward is that?!?! Good luck!
That would explain the freakish purple lips!
LOL!!!
Besides, WTF??
What normal man does this kind of stuff to someone who has been avoiding them like the plague for over a week??
I have no idea! I wish I knew!
That's the thing though...he's a normal man...it's what we do. :D
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