Dom Pinnacle wrote:
Hi Miki,
Dom pickle? LMAO...I miss you too. You still have that sharp sense of humor I see. I'm happy you're doing well,but please, pretty please...don't do the cauliflower bit, unless it's your last day there lol.
[Sorry folks. . This'll be my last "off-topic" post]
Dom Pickle... Made me think of a horrible vintage champaign laced with pickle juice.
But I digress.. Nuking les Choux-fleurs is only an ideation for bad-mannered coworkers. I doubt I'd do that but it wouldn't be my last night because I have means of doing such things and making a clean getaway. The only time I didn't was the completely accidental incident where I put one of those infernal bags of popcorn in the micro and setting it for 30 minutes not 3 as I meant to. I went back to my little cubicle to take care of a few things, got distracted and only when the visual smoke alarm thing above my desk started blinking and almost at the same time the aroma of burning popcorn. (not even Skinny Pop!) did I start to realize I might have mis-timed the micro.
(They have since replaced them all with the ones that have preset buttons only, and a dedicated popcorn button)
The one I used, well, it was all melted inside and they had to file it.
Anyway, that horrible smoke was billowing out of the break room and since smoke likes to rise, it headed straight up the stairs to where the Suits hang out by day. (I work Overnights, usually alone but am in here on some days for useless and boring meetings and shit)
That malevolent aroma is all-permeating and inescapable, I'm afraid. When those stuff-shirt dudes came in next morning well, it was a long day upstairs for them. They cornered me and I had to eat a shit sandwich. I was banned from the Eating Room for a month. I had to brown bag it. So I'd usually bring egg salad sandwiches.
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Alas I digress as I am oft wont to do. the cauliflower is but a thought. Don't worry...
But as for making clean getaways, back in college we had a shitty Greasy Spoon diner not far off campus. The food wasn't bad but don't look around too far, you won't see the roaches (2 legged ones)
To make it quick: They fucked up my cheeseburger. The cook was rude, I went back to school and wrote it all down for my friends, many of which were frat boys.. One supplied me with a cherry bomb. I went back and into the shithouse and did the usual college thing I guess, but I only thought it would blow the seat off the thing.. No, it blew the fucking crapper apart. I left before anyone responded to what must have been loud noise. Sure felt like it. But instead of running away from the place I walked slowly with my usual "snooty Asian look" and none thought about it twice.
You see, with my looks, I'm simply above reproach.