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Chickens
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Jun. 4th, 2008 | 03:36 pm
From the dream archives: I had a dream that was narrated by Rod Sterling, or, at least, someone that sounded a lot like him. This was the highlight of the dream.
[Scene opens in the hallway of my office, near the water fountain.]
Narrator: It was a time when men were men, women were women, and regular expressions were regular expressions.
[L., a paralegal at my office, exits the lady's room and approaches me, a disgusted look on her face.]
Narrator: [Mumbles inaudibly.]
L.: The bathroom is so disgusting here. I just cut a hole in the wall and took a crap in there instead.
Narrator: [sotto voce] Egads.
[L. notes the scared, astonished look on my face.]
L.: Yeah, there's chickens all over this place, didn't you know that?
Me: Chickens?
Narrator: [mumble mumble] Yes. Chickens. [mumble mumble]
L.: Yeah. That's what you call a turd someone's hidden in an office. Jeesh!
Narrator: Oh. [more mumbling.]
[Scene opens in the hallway of my office, near the water fountain.]
Narrator: It was a time when men were men, women were women, and regular expressions were regular expressions.
[L., a paralegal at my office, exits the lady's room and approaches me, a disgusted look on her face.]
Narrator: [Mumbles inaudibly.]
L.: The bathroom is so disgusting here. I just cut a hole in the wall and took a crap in there instead.
Narrator: [sotto voce] Egads.
[L. notes the scared, astonished look on my face.]
L.: Yeah, there's chickens all over this place, didn't you know that?
Me: Chickens?
Narrator: [mumble mumble] Yes. Chickens. [mumble mumble]
L.: Yeah. That's what you call a turd someone's hidden in an office. Jeesh!
Narrator: Oh. [more mumbling.]