What the fuck????
"Isn't it cute? It's my little baby," she said proudly.
I looked up at her with a pained expression on my face.
"Isn't it cute?" she repeated, smiling.
"No. I don't like it." I said, smiling.
"What? Why?" She seemed genuinely distraught.
"It's like a rat. Ugh." I shuddered, visibly.
"It's not, it has a cute little face, chubby cheeks, big soft body," she defended the little bastard passionately.
"It's like a fat rat then."
"What is wrong with rats? I love rodents!" She said, with a big smile.
"I hate rodents. I wish they would all die." I smiled back, full of Friday cheer.
"Oh...."
Off she went, to show someone else a picture of her hamster on her mobile phone.
The lucky fucker.
5 comments:
Give her the tube from a kitchen roll and tell her to google for Richard Gere and hamsters.
We had to rodent sit for a friend of the kids once. Every morning we would come down to find our ancient moggy eyeing up the cage. You could tell he had just one though going through his addled feline head, and it had more to do with "lunch" than "cute".
The rodent survived the experience (just) but succumbed to a presumed heart attack a week or so later.
If you travel through Western South America you will see bags with lots of little moving bodies in them up for sale for dinner at the markets. Your aquaintance might find a picture of that quite amusing!
Hamsters are evil and are plotting global domination.
*puts on tin foil hat*
Sounds as if you applied Electric Katy's Road politeness philosophy to office small talk. Good for you. I'm going to do that! Thanks for being a road model.
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