there’s your trouble
i bought spandex attack shorts from REI today.
you should see me sitting here, having just typed that sentence…nearly overwhelmed by the multitude of nerve firings from the sheer enormity of it.
the sensation that i am feeling right now is similar to the prickling felt much earlier today, when my supervisor told me that the reason her car wouldn’t start this morning was, according to her mechanic, probably bad gas.
…when she stood right across from me and assured a coworker in the break room that it could be nothing other than bad gas, given the description of the symptoms displayed by the vehicle.
and as she discussed the matter with a contractor who expressed earnest concern…nodding…in serious agreement at this unfortunate occurrence of bad gas.
jp: so it turns out my it wasn’t just bad gas.
t: it’s diarrhea.
jp: …
t: did you notice–
jp: yes.
t: …the restraint…
jp: yes.
t: …you said it in front of me like three times.
jp: i was waiting for someone to say something.
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