Monday, June 8th, 2009...11:55 pm

It’s A Bird, It’s A Plane

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I am fairly well-behaved at my current job, which is surprising for those who know me. If nothing else, they work the sass and troublemaking energy out of you. However, I have not only engaged in some shockingly naughty behavior, but have also witnessed, and been the victim of, some extremely disorderly conduct.

It just so happens that I have a crazy, irrational fear of a common animal. Like have you ever seen those Maury Povitch episodes where one lady screams bloody murder when she sees Q-tips, another when she sees kittens? It’s something like that. Well, a few years ago I was working a night shift at the big store with a red circle on the front, and one of those animals wandered in. To say I freaked my beans is an understatement. It was like a scene from a horror movie. I screamed and ran like Jason Voorhees was chasing me through Camp Crystal Lake.

Well, that’s all it took for my coworkers to start torturing me. The next night, they had gathered every toy we sold that resembled that animal and piled them in my department. Hilarious. In case you wondered, yes, I even hate the cartoony versions. The next night, one of my coworkers smuggled another real-live one of them into the store and threw it at me. Big laughs. Like the ugly, smelly hyenas in The Lion King. I stomped out, called the store, and said I would be back when my coworkers could behave more nicely. Also, I treated the mastermind’s car to a tinkle shower. Hey, you gotta work with what you’ve got!

Life is short, make mischief, I say. But if you are an asshole who doesn’t know when to stop, then be prepared to deal with SuperPeeGirl!

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