urn

Urn looked up from the game of Solitaire she
was mastering to find a grotescly over-weight
delivery man in a white shirt hobble over to
her desk with an envelope and manifest for
her to sign. Begrudgingly, she took the manifest from the bald fat man, noticing with
increasing hatred that he kept stealing glances down her blouse. Handing back the manifest, she prayed this loathsome creature before her did not have some disease. He said "Have a nice day." Urn gave a scowl that even this fat man couldn't mistake for a smile to beat off to later. Off he hobbled, broken. Urn, soaking her hands in the sanitizer she kept by the computer, glanced at the clock to see how long till the next smoke break was.

urn, you always brighten my day with pics like that.