A customer walked into the box office yesterday and annoyed me.
The first thing I did was spit water into his face. He did not like that.
Before he could respond, I took scissors to his hair and snipped off a chunk, leaving him looking even more ridiculous than when he walked in.
Shock left him paralyzed. Lucky for me.
I ground an Oreo cookie into his left ear. I spilled glue on his jacket, kicked him in the ass, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and tossed him out the fucking door. He fell face-first onto the sidewalk and began to cry when he felt the blood running down his face.
I laughed.
This did not really happen.
It is only a dream.
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