Dig it, it's a sprawling office taking up the entire floor of a Times Square building. Needless to say, I haven't met everyone working on this objective. I drag my sullen ass into the conference room, plop the plump patootie in a chair and continue to pray for an act of God. I look up in the midst of my misery and behold a serious case of WTF?!
Directly across from my ergonomic chair was a young lady who may have been considered pretty. That is, if not for the fact that starting right above her browline, her head began to expand. The top of her dome was huge. Dude. Like big. Nah for real her shit was epic. Like someboy put the skullcap of a giant on her tiny face. BIG, DAMMIT!
So the meeting continues and my grimey ass is sitting there trying not to stare but it's Hard. Dogs, her shit is big from the eyebrows up. And I'm wondering am I just that much of an asshole because I don't undertand how every one besides me, is acting normal like this chick's head ain't superswole. I'm also trying to figure out how that little ass neck of hers keep that big ole head up. Holmes, that shit is huge.
We get to the idea pool portion of the meeting. Everyone's throwing their two-pence in regarding how to help things run more smoothly. I'm still lost in thought when bosslady says: "Mala, do you have any ideas you would like to contribute?"
I open my mouth and say:
"S'narf."
***
Deafening silence.
I excuse myself and go to the loo.
Yeah... express bus to hell and I'm driving. I'm not sure they're gonna be asking me back for the last day of this gig.
- wallowing in my wrongness
P.S. Insult to injury - I don't give a fuck what anyone says, I still think that chick is gonna go home and do the same thing she does every night: try to take over the world.
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