The silencing of the lambs???
Lately I’ve been unable to get something out of my head. An ex co-worker of mine was telling me about a conversation she had with another co-worker of mine. She explained that this person was detailing a crush she had on me.
I have to explain at this point that the woman in question was so psycho that I nicknamed her Crazy McNutsy. Now this is the type of person you never look directly at because you’re kind of scared what she is capable of. Every company has this type of person, the way too emotional woman who cries about incidental things and who thinks people are out to get her. They complain about everything and read Harry Potter books nine times and obsess over things like short track speed skating.
Ok let’s get back to the story. So Crazy McNutsy starts telling this tale about how she is in love with me. She claimed that not only did I know about this love but that I went out of my way to make her jealous. How did I do this? Well apparently I talked to women in front of her and flirted with them to make her want me even more. She actually detailed that the women that came over to my desk were only the cutest in the building.
Now what I’m thinking is what makes a person contrive such a fantasy world? Consider that this is a woman that I hadn’t looked at in over 2 years. A person that I literally turned away from if I saw her walking towards me. This is the kind of nut job that if you saw her walk into work on a Monday morning with an ak-47 and started shooting up the joint most people would just say “yep, saw that coming”
So as this story is being told to me I was pretty much speechless, which is rare. I couldn’t help but imagine how involved her infatuation with me was. Did she have voodoo dolls of the girls I talked to? Did she have different pictures of me on her wall? Did she plan ways to kidnap and drug me? Had she taken stuff from my desk and made a shrine of it in her dark damp basement?
And then I remembered something that scared the shit out of me. About 6 months ago I came home and on my doorknob was a g-string. I looked around and figured it was a joke or something, I then broke off a small branch from a tree and grabbed the panties in question and walked them over to the dumpster because there is no way I wanted to touch them. I talked to all of my friends about the incident and no one ever copped to it. When this popped into my head my heart skipped a beat, could McNutsy have left the aforementioned unmentionables? I wince and shudder just thinking about it. Its now 4:30 in the morning and I can’t get to sleep just thinking about it.
If for some reason I just disappear and am never heard from again please check her back yard. I am hoping that I don’t wake up some day in an abandoned well with her screaming “It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again”