“Yes. I want to file a complaint about Bob,” I said while transfixed by the pencils dangling from her nostrils.
She removed one of the pencils, studied the end that had been embedded in a nostril and then licked it clean.
“What did he do now?” she asked as she removed the other pencil and did the same as the other one.
Well, she got me there.
I stood there in my crusty underwear trying to remember exactly what Bob did that caused this journey.
She stared at me while I fidgeted.
“So?” she asked.
“I don’t rightly know, ma’am,” I said in quite the meek voice.
“Then you may go. Don’t let the door hit…..”
Her eyes grew wide as a little person covered in blood ran into the room.
“MY BABY!” she screamed. “WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?”
The little person pointed at me.
“He did it! He did it AGAAAAAAAAAIN!”
The HR lady opened a drawer and took out a gun.
“TIME TO MEET YOUR MAKER!”
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