I’m in the restroom and someone’s office pager phone starts to ring its sing songy digitalized churchbell-like ringtone.
“bla-bling~” “bla-bling~”
I come out to wash my hands, and it’s still ringing.
“bla-bling~” “bla-bling~”
wip: *loud sigh*
“bla-bling~” “bla-bling~”
wip: “ugh…”
“bla-bling~” “bla-bling~” “bla-bling~”
wip: “STOP IT!!”
…
Just as I finish washing my hands, the lady comes out of her stall. I glance over.
She is the executive assistant to the president of our company.
