UnpleasantlySexy

I work with a very creepy man. He's OCD, and I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he were carrying severed body parts in his briefcase.

That said, here's a typical conversation:

I'm working, and he comes into my cube and asks me, "Do you think you're going to finish in the 20th, or the 21st century?"

To avoid any further conversation, I answered, "I haven't decided yet."

He gestures for me to remove my headphones.

Dammit.

He points at me and says "I would be impressed if you could do it in either, because you'd have to live a really long time for one, and travel through time for the other.

Then, without another word, and leaving his finger pointed at me, he turned on his heels and walked back to his cube. Still. Pointing. At. Me.

I was left feeling scared and cold.

In summary, this dude's a few tacos short of el plato grande mexicano, and I wish he weren't.




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