Lover Boy
It was a hideous thing!! The enclosed invoice showed the last four digits of MY credit card number. A life-sized, anatomically complete, inflatable Elvis doll. This had to be Ginger's work. Clearly she had ordered it off of Amazon using my account and had not thought to change the shipping address. "Eeesh," I shuttered at the thought of a flushed Ginger lying in bed next to Vinyl Elvis, lit cigarettes hanging from their mouths. I wanted to kick this guy's ass but I suddenly felt foolish about laying into a lumpy pile of vinyl right there in the office.
Footsteps in the hallway. I struggled to shove the deflated hunka-hunka burning love back into the box. I folded the flaps back down frantically.
"Jeff." It was Mr. Bennett's voice.
"Goodmorning, sir." I stood and spun around to face him.
"Whatcha got there?" Mr. Bennett pointed with his chin as he took a sip of coffee from the chipped Boss-of-the-Century mug.
"That? That's nothing, sir. It's a uh birthday present for my nephew. He's turning six tomorrow..." I was a bad liar and I could feel my collar getting scratchy. I loosened my tie.
I could see Mr. Bennett's eyes squinch up the way they did when he grew skeptical. "Jeff, that looks like a um..." he gestured towards the box with his coffee mug. I turned. My heart nearly shattered my sternum. Shit! Six inches of flaccid penis protruded from beneath one of the flaps. I was going to kill Ginger. I was going to kill her!!!!!
3 Comments:
Hilarious post!
I was wondering if it is a neat creation of your mind or it is an experience that turned into fiction on your blog. :D
Czar, thanks for reading! Fortunately, this episode never happened. I did, infact, come into work yesterday to find a large box in my office. It turned out to be a new computer. But before discovering that it was a computer, I let my imagination have a little bit of fun with it.*grin*
This one rocks! I loved it Rocket. You rule! lol
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