Day CXLVlll

Ya gotta smoke?

     Unbeknownst to him, what she did, was to get even with the pervert for all of his creeping voyeurism. She gave him Finamints! For those who don’t know, a Finamint is a laxative, like Ex-lax. She switched gums, and paid him back. It was time for him to pay for all of the awful humiliation, he had put her through the last few weeks. She sat at her desk, smiling, happy, and as excited as a kid on Christmas eve, as she waited for the fireworks. Meanwhile Jacob was clueless, and smiled back every once in while.

      The rest of us were unaware, working, doing our tasks. I was at my desk going over some billings; John was looking out the window, as he dictated a letter to Denise; Angie had started to do some filing; and Jacob chewed away over some accounts, as he waited for his water to boil.

     When he saw the red light on his little pot, he rushed over, and poured the hot water over his tea bag. He opened up his brown paper bag, and took out his tuna. He was ready for lunch. Then he slowly schlepped back to his desk with his hot tea in one hand, and his sandwich in the other. But, slowly his face became kind of contorted, with a dumb smile on his mug, as he schlepped his ass back to his desk.

     John had been trying to stop smoking, and so he had stopped buying them. At the moment he couldn’t help it anymore, so he turned around, and yelled:

     “Hey Jay…ya gotta smoke?”