The Journey To HR, Part 95!

“This is the tallest man I have ever seen in a raincoat!” I said as I looked at the body on the stretcher.

The HR lady slapped the body’s face a couple times.

The body gurgled and came to life.

“Do you know who and where you are?” asked the HR lady, pen and paper ready.

The body, that of a man, spoke.

“Oh, oui. Oui, tout à fait. Je ne suis qu’un simple homme en imperméable. Je n’ai aucune mauvaise intention. Je suis juste entré pour utiliser les toilettes.”

“Alien!” I screamed, quickly backing away.

“No, he’s speaking French, you blithering moron,” said the HR lady.

“I knew that,” I said, approaching the man.

I looked at him closer and noticed something was a bit off.

The body wasn’t quite right.

“Alien!” I screamed again and backed away really, really fast.

The HR lady ignored me.

“Just wanted to use the bathroom?” she asked.

“Si!” replied the man
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Suddenly, the HR lady bent down and tore off the raincoat.

Now I knew why the body looked strange.

I got closer.

“Say…..isn’t that a tiny man standing on top of another man?” I asked.

“Sure, if they were upright which they definitely are not at this moment,” said the HR lady quite sarcastically.

I accepted the sarcasm.

I deserved it.

“And isn’t that body he’s standing on….?”

“Yes. Dead. Quite dead,” said the HR lady.

We busied ourselves with the ropes, pulleys, ball bearings and tape the little man had used to attach himself to the dead body and soon he was free.

He sighed.

“Badkamer asseblief?” he asked.

“What’s wrong with his ass?” I asked.

The HR lady ignored me. Again.

She then pulled off the little man’s face.

I screamed. Again.