The Return of Colleague Man
So there I am, just sat quietly at my desk when I hear…
Oh my God! Aaak! Aaark! Pwwthh! Pwwthh!
…from colleague-man immediately to my left. Obviously people who sit further away from him and/or aren’t quite as used to his escapades are looking round, wondering whether they may need to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre or something.
Me? Oh, I’m just sat there, continuing to work — it’s barely even registered that this is anything out of the ordinary — until he suddenly leaps to his feet and rushes out of the office. This is unusual.
All is silent for at least five minutes, and then he comes back into the office showing off this:
It appears that either the Bluetongue virus has just jumped the species barrier, or that he’s bitten through his pen and got a mouthful of ink — and don’t forget this is what he looks like after he’s spent five minutes trying to rinse it off.
Unfortunately I was unable to get a photo of the full “blue teeth and gums” effect, but I’m sure you can imagine…
Hmm. Perhaps next time he’s chewing on a pen he might remember that it’s not advisable to actually bite through it. But then again, knowing him, maybe he won’t…
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