Post by Ghost in the Flesh on Sept 19, 2007 15:00:59 GMT -5
I'm haunted by the creepy guy at my work. You know, the guy that no ones talks too, but everyone talks about. The strange guy that talks to (and answers) himself, along with people that are just not there. The weird one that always re-ties his already tied shoes, and looks at his bare wrist to tell the time (BUY A DAMN WATCH!!!) The guy that smells like liver and Ovaltine. (Who the hell still drinks that stuff?) Nevermind that he still carries a Saved by the Bell lunchbox, and laughs out loud for at nothing for no reason at the most awkward moments, eating gummy bears all day long. You know who I'm talking about. The guy that should be automatically tasered whenever he even looks at a elementary school.
Ghost, gore, things of a dead or dying nature, these things do not scare me. But this man, he scares me. Those beady little eyes staring at you through crooked glasses. No one talks to this man, but I do. I talk to this man, because one day he is going to come to work with a carbine assault rifle w/ a full metal jacket, locked a loaded. And this man, we'll call him Frodo, Frodo is going to go from office to office painting the walls with the brains of my co-workers, collecting said brains in his Saved by the Bell lunchbox.
Then he will get to my office and will remember all the times that I talked to him, all the meaningful conversations we had, like when I asked him, "Hey, you got the time", or "Hey frodo, your shoelace looks a little loose their, you could trip and fall and smash your 90's teen sitcom lunchbox". He will remember those moments and walk on, leaving my brains intact.
You too should talk to your workplace weirdo. You never know when it might save your life.
Ghost, gore, things of a dead or dying nature, these things do not scare me. But this man, he scares me. Those beady little eyes staring at you through crooked glasses. No one talks to this man, but I do. I talk to this man, because one day he is going to come to work with a carbine assault rifle w/ a full metal jacket, locked a loaded. And this man, we'll call him Frodo, Frodo is going to go from office to office painting the walls with the brains of my co-workers, collecting said brains in his Saved by the Bell lunchbox.
Then he will get to my office and will remember all the times that I talked to him, all the meaningful conversations we had, like when I asked him, "Hey, you got the time", or "Hey frodo, your shoelace looks a little loose their, you could trip and fall and smash your 90's teen sitcom lunchbox". He will remember those moments and walk on, leaving my brains intact.
You too should talk to your workplace weirdo. You never know when it might save your life.