Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Sometimes, the tiniest event can spark the deepest sense of disquiet.

As I entered the men's room here at work for a little quality time on the company's tab, how could I have been prepared for the truly soul-destroying sight that awaited me, that threatens to never again allow me a moment's sleep, the vision that will haunt my subconscious like a hideous neon nightmare?

Someone left a spork on top of the toilet.


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