The Journey To HR, Part 12!
She ran past me with the axe and buried it in the head of a security guard who was guarding a tiny doggy door in the corner of the office.
Funny that I hadn’t noticed him or that before.
The guard fell, blood from his head squirting every which way.
“Now, get in there and do your business before I change my mind,” she said as she pointed at the tiny door.
I really had to go so there I went.
Forced my way thru the tiny door and found myself in a tiny room with nothing but a tiny cat litter box in the tiny center of that tiny room.
The tiny litter box wasn’t filled with cat litter though.
It was filled with Betty Crocker carrot cake mix.
The super moist mix.
Was Betty Crocker “The Maker”?
Thought about that for a second then situated myself comfortably in the litter box and did my business.
Relief.
Nothing to wipe with so I just pulled up my pants and went to exit the tiny room.
But the door was locked.
From the outside.
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