So… you may remember my weirdo cow-orker, FreakLady (not her real name) from previous reports of wearing a wedding dress to work, boiling fish in the microwave, and cutting her own hair (very badly).
Well, today… the strangest thing…
The office suddenly became engulfed in this bizarre stench of what can only be compared to year-old aquarium rot. Or perhaps a fish market that had suffered a power outage in the middle of July, in really humid weather, while urine-soaked raccoons dug through the dumpster.
I looked around saw nothing… except a suspicious container on FreakLady’s desk.
Occasionally she would open it and nibble at something inside.
Another co-worker was walking past her desk. FreakLady grabbed the great, big margarine container off her desk, peeled back its lid, and released a cloud of foul, reeking toxicity into the air as she proffered this tub of hitherto unknown horrors to Co-Worker#2.
FreakLady: “Hi, Cow-Wanker#2. (Never gets his name right either). Would you like some squid?”
I thought after the whole boiling-fish-in-the-office-microwave-kerfuffle, she’d learned something about bringing rancid-smelling foods into the workplace and eating it at her desk (which is in a main thoroughfare).
A bunch of people went home early due to the aroma. I’m still here. The squid is gone.