Loki Wyrd Posted April 3, 2005 Report Posted April 3, 2005 "Why don't you come into my office real quick," his boss said, walking all over his perfectly good dreams. How was it that he was always being bothered in his life? The dilemma, as he saw it, was that he didn't have any mustard for his sandwhich. There was seemingly a plethora of condiments, but nothing that he could actually remember having used before. Of course they were all open. Catching the tail-end of a conversation he was quite sure he'd forgotten already, he smiles agreeably. Not another word need be spoken, he concludes--the day nowhere near over. His shoes were off, even though it was 50 degrees out. The snow had melted and the road had turned into a thick, squishy mud. He thinks of frogs as he buries his feet.
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