Horoscopic
The meeting was boring, of course. Just Meredith going on about layouts and financial woes. At the end, she thanked us for letting her get stuff off her chest. Uh, we didn't exactly let her....she made us let her.
Back at my desk, and....hey, where's the photo of Bathsheba? Did someone take it? My wastebasket is empty. Did the janitor take it?
I can see the janitor across the office. He's heading out into the hallway. He pauses. He's kind of an older guy, wispy hair and coveralls. He's got something held tight in his hand: the photo of Bathsheba! He....
He kissed it. He kissed the photo of my creepy old great-great-grandmother, then tucked it in his pocket and left.
WHAT THE HECK. WHAT. THE. HECK.
I have no idea how to react to this.
I suppose I should switch on my sense of humor and just laugh about this odd incident. I mean, it'd make a good joke to tell friends later. And, hey, if that sketchy janitor wants to shoulder the McNamara Curse and deal with my ancestor glaring at him from beyond the grave, it's no skin off my nose.
I was kind of half-hoping the horoscope was right and romance would bloom. It did....just in the most messed-up of ways.
Better luck next time...
Back at my desk, and....hey, where's the photo of Bathsheba? Did someone take it? My wastebasket is empty. Did the janitor take it?
I can see the janitor across the office. He's heading out into the hallway. He pauses. He's kind of an older guy, wispy hair and coveralls. He's got something held tight in his hand: the photo of Bathsheba! He....
He kissed it. He kissed the photo of my creepy old great-great-grandmother, then tucked it in his pocket and left.
WHAT THE HECK. WHAT. THE. HECK.
I have no idea how to react to this.
I suppose I should switch on my sense of humor and just laugh about this odd incident. I mean, it'd make a good joke to tell friends later. And, hey, if that sketchy janitor wants to shoulder the McNamara Curse and deal with my ancestor glaring at him from beyond the grave, it's no skin off my nose.
I was kind of half-hoping the horoscope was right and romance would bloom. It did....just in the most messed-up of ways.
Better luck next time...
