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 goes again, eating her waist out. She won't even look at anyone while eating except the plate of