Nov 11, 2008 21:06
Found a cockroach at work today. Just sitting patiently outside the men's room, as if it were politely waiting its turn.
Fortunately, it seemed nearly comatose, probably from the cold. It was sluggishly herded into a Styrofoam cup and thrown in the garbage. Not by me, of course. I stayed the hell away from it.
Of course, my coworker felt the need to tell me that there were a bunch behind the coffee maker and always had been. I feel that was a fact I could have safely lived my life without knowing.