Office Matter (short story)
Office Matter (short story) Just crunched the last quarter of my apple, my stomach is full now I must visit the restroom. Brenda my co-worker and my ex-best friend rolled her eyes out loud, exactly, it was really loud. She passed me by the side swiftly like a rabbit running away from the traffic. It isn't really her fault to act that way but my fault. Hold on, we've got to share the fault. I reported her to the boss for not handling her work properly as my job is to do that, now she's pissed off. So tell me who is really at fault? I squeezed out the last poo from my colon, everywhere stinks like a decomposed egg. I can't help but wonder how the stomach would turn a flavored well pleasant tasting and looking food into a pile of nasty solid.... I don't want to talk about that. We all do it, don't we? Here she g...