Friday, July 26, 2013

While You Were Out


The guy who lives in the dumpster out back came in and said his feet were bothering him.  He also said aliens were blocking his prostate nerve signals.  I said I couldn't do anything about that, but that you were the go-to bitch for pedicures, so he's waiting for you back in your station.  He said he'd have to pay you in aluminum cans, I said you'd been paid with worse.  Also, you're going to have to refill that blue stuff you sterilize the combs with, he drank it all.

I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off, I've had to breath through my mouth the whole time he's been here.

mrpeenee,
receptionaire

6 comments:

  1. *sprays Febreze liberally*

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    1. I might have mentioned you were having a hard time getting a date.

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    2. To hell with the Febreze, get the brown Lysol, and a match.

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  2. Well, thank God. I always knew there was a reason I lock my things up when I go off shift.

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  3. send him to one of those asian chop shops.
    and that's exactly what they'll do....at the ankle.

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