There’s this woman, at the temp job I’m working at until December
6th – I mention that date because it would take a million, bazillion
dollars and George Clooney naked begging me to marry him for me to extend that
date. Some temps jobs are just like that... “love to stay but I would have to
scream a lot, in between bouts of falling asleep, if I did.” Anyway, back to the
woman. She is so desperate for a man – any man, any age, any how, any way, any
kind. She watches them in a predator kind of way and if one of the penilely
endowed ones inadvertently glances at her, she’s on him like a rat up a
drainpipe – and she hates the fact that I’m the only other woman there and I’m
the chatty sort and I talk to people – the men – in the office. I know she
hates it because she does that slitty-eyed look that is as mean as cat piss and
you know she’s not my buddy. Did I mention she looks a lot like Uncle Fester?
Sort of like his sister? Now, I’m not big into how anyone looks – people are
people – but I gotta tell you when Festerette does the slitty-eyed thing it freaks me
out somewhat.
This all begs the question, is it acceptable for a woman to
be so creepy when it comes to stalking men? I say not. I say if it was a man
doing it women would call him a pig. I’m contemplating an intervention with Festerette.
Maybe she’s unaware she’s stalking them, drool at the corner of her mouth and
lust in her eyes…yeah, I’ll try and take a picture.
1 comments:
Oh, my. Make sure she doesn't know where you live...
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