The waitress smiled a smile that swallowed me whole. Everybody loves our pies, she beamed. I felt lost. A missing person. I ordered the pie.
Tagged: Work (581)
T 5761
The manager says, We’re not philosophers. His well-dressed underling sighs and says, I don’t love my job. The phone rings. They stare at it.
t 5750
The meeting came to a halt. Everyone watched him stuck his finger up his nose and then put something in a tissue. It was squeaking, he said.
T 5723
He stood and cleared his throat. The room went silent. He straightened his tie. He shuffled some paper. He smiled. Fuck all of you, he said.
T 5707
Her cell began to heat up and the vaguely foreign voice on the other end said, We’re out of the red, and the world came to its proper demise.
T 5705
First he wrote books, and then he did seminars and he got very rich telling people how to live. He’s happy. At least his third wife says so.
T 5693
He is a butcher. It’s what he does. The neighborhood ladies always ask him for the most exotic cuts of meat. But he can never satisfy them.
T 5677
The waiter placed the squid salad in front of her and she said, That looks awful, and he said, You ordered it, and so she didn’t ask him out.
T 5673
And I could tell she was into in me, and she said, What do you do? and so I said, I write advertising, and she laughed so hard she threw up.
T 5667
He hates parties but the girl is cute. He says, In my previous life I was a carpenter, and she flees, and he remembers why he hates parties.
