Ia (Insignificant aide, woe unto him and his ignorant lot) tries hard to mask his boredom. Cooped up all day in a room that is more dreary than the grey skies outside, with one tiny window to see the snow pile up on the fenders of the cars across the streets, three floors below, Ia keeps himself entertained whistling tunes he has never heard in his life. The whistling does not go on for long though, and he stops as his sinuses begin to complain.
Ia wonders if his situation could possibly get any worse. Before that thought can travel far, M (also known as Dr. T, praise be unto him) bursts in through the narrow white door.
M: Well ,well, well. Gooood afternoon, my man. I have great news for you!! you have just been chosen to have the privilege of helping me. Mind if I borrow your window?
As a suicidal Ia looks on, M proceeds to draw a hacksaw from his bag, carves out the window, and leaves.
Ia is frozen stiff in about two hours.
Monday, August 07, 2006
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