The guy who shares my office is currently eating a cucumber.

As in a whole, unpeeled and (as far as I know) unwashed cucumber. As in biting off large chunks of it and loudly munching them down. I can smell it. Quite often his lunch consists of six extra-large breadrolls, each slathered with a thick layer of margarine. One of those cheap kinds, too. Did I mention I share an office with him? What do you do with someone like that?

What with the loud, obnoxious American lady across the street and her darling precious hound, I'm starting to feel hemmed in here....

Steve | 18:47 |