Austin & I were
discussing an associate I not-so-lovingly call DB/Dumb Bunny (as
opposed to Dumb ^&*#% and Dead Body). We talked long and hard
about special things about her.
Austin: We pretty much
talk civilly and that's it.
Me: She's trying to be
nice to me. Not like buddy-up nice, but she makes a point of saying
hi and saying my name every time she sees me, so I can't pretend
she's greeting someone else. I think she's trying to kill me with
kindness. She better be careful, because I use a baseball bat.
Austin: A golf club.
Like the one you sleep with by the bed.
Me: Actually, everyone
in our department has a baseball bat. I don't have one yet, but it's
what you get for doing a good job in our department. So yeah, she
tries to kill me with kindness one more time, I'm going to kill her
with a baseball bat.
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