After an obnoxious sneeze, a Kleenex flutters down my cubicle wall and lands on my monitor.
"Thank you," I sniffed, looking towards the direction of RHFDSC's desk.
It took me a minute to realize that the tissue did not come from RHFDSC, but rather his replacement.
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3 comments:
Gross!
It was a Kleenex for my sneeze, not a used one. Oops!
LOL! I totally thought they sneezed. That just tells you how sick and twisted my mind is.
I will now have to retract my gross comment. *blushes*
That was mighty nice of them...:P
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