Working Late
One thing I hate about working late is that about this time of day when the sun goes down and the building and campus is quieter, I start to hear the scurrying of little rodent feet on the ceiling tiles of my building. Little rodent feet scurrying above my head. Icky.
Addendum: Just after posting this, something ran across the ceiling of my room and visibly shook the ceiling tiles. SO GOING HOME NOW!!!
Addendum: Just after posting this, something ran across the ceiling of my room and visibly shook the ceiling tiles. SO GOING HOME NOW!!!
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So now you know where all the escaped experiments go, eh? And what exactly is wrong with a six pound wharf rat running around above your head? How hungry could he be? How many friends could he have furtively watching, waiting for you to make that ill-advised trip, alone, to the ladies room? Hmmmm...?
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Flonkbob, at 11:49 AM
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