Life in a Cubicle
Tuesday, 2. September 2008
Preface: This post has nothing to do with knitting. But it is a true story. First hand experience.
3:08pm
There is a repair man working on our air vent on the ceiling. This entails removing a ceiling panel, climbing up the ladder, and repairing… whatever that needs repairing. All I can see is a pair of navy blue work pants and his derriere. His upper body is in the ceiling, and all this is happening in the cubicle adjacent to mine.
So picture this:
He’s on a ladder, drilling stuff. *Bzzz…bzzz…bzzz*
I’m in the other cubicle, with one earbud from my ipod in the ear.
All of a sudden, he farted.
There was a 3 second awkward pause in the drilling.
No one moves. His torso is still in the ceiling.
I proceed to put the other earbud in my ear.
When he emerges from the ceiling, he will see that I am listening to music and therefore, my pretense of not hearing him fart is believable.
