![]() ![]() You’ll let me have a quick peep in there, won’t you? I just need to take back the book I loaned him.” ![]() Through watery eyes, I think I see his eyebrows rise. “He’s unavailable.” Hasn’t shown up to work: but same difference around here. “I need to have a quick word with the boss,” he says. Secondly, the delectable scent he’s wearing is barely detectable through my stuffy nose. Which means that when a short, adorable stranger comes through the door and leans against my desk to smile at me, his wiles do him absolutely no good. My pill is nowhere to be seen, but what can I do? There’s a cat in the office almost as often as the boss is in there: they’re not in today-boss or cat-but the dander is still there, doing a number on my sinuses. I’ve just sneezed, so my cheeks are probably nearly as red as my nose, and I don’t want to look too closely at my desk in the direction of that sneeze, either. ![]() ![]() Enjoy!)Īllergies are a vicious circle-or do I mean cycle?-a Catch-22 of sneezes, watery eyes, and successive brain explosions that make it impossible to find the little pill you desperately need to help with the symptoms because you dropped it while you were sneezing. (Another throwback story, this one from a CardCaper Monday cycle. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |