Man, there is nothing more painfully exciting as waiting for the damn FedEx delivery person to get here with my package. You see I don’t really care too much about what is in the package, just some stuff for the office phone, but more importantly I have to go to bathroom with increasing urgency. This sucks.
I know that as soon as I sit upon “the thrown” if you will, I will get a call from the entry of the building by someone in a purple suit telling me I have a package I need to sign for. Damn It! Ok, so I lied, I really want whats inside the box today, I want to start using it. On top of that, I don’t want to waste another day sitting around the office waiting for the FedEx person to show up, possibly with the same urgent issue I am dealing with right now. But these are really becoming the least of my concern as I just felt something inside of me move around and now things are becoming scary. I don’t know what the hell just happened, but here come the sweats.
I don’t really know how many of you can relate or think my suffering is funny, but I know there are at least a couple. You know who you are, I now feel your daily pain friend. I would not wish this problem upon my worst enemy. Well, actually I think I would.
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