![]() I talked to my landlady, and she has the exterminator coming out tomorrow to look at the damage. Those goddamn beetles have returned to my apartment, and they’re gnawing holes in my walls. Instead I said, through clenched teeth, “They’re small,” and then I returned to my desk and ate them, fantasizing about dumping a can of tuna juice on her chair. “You got a face like a breadbowl full of pepperoni and you’re gonna tell ME how to eat?” “She put these out for everyone,” I said pointedly. I picked up the pumpkin and pointed to the sign. Don’t you even THINK of cockblocking my sugar rush! As I prepared to walk away with my sweet, sweet bounty, a woman I shall call Bitchy McBitchass, who doesn’t even WORK in my department, snipped, “I don’t think you should take candy from her desk.” I took two regular Tootsie Rolls and two of the flavored kind (one lemon, one lime). So yesterday, after she’d left for lunch, I wandered over to her desk.
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