I am quite a reactive sort and I am often cursing under my breath at all manner of things. The weather. Bad food. People talking loudly on mobiles. Customer service. This is fairly normal behaviour I think, for city dweller in the 21st century. We all mutter daily under bated breath. It’s normal. Isn’t it?
A situation at work recently brought on one of these muttering attacks. A familiar scenario where someone is paid a lot of money while you do all the work for them. I vented my spleen at my inanimate PC screen in a passive aggressive manner. My colleague who was also pissed off had another approach.
Mmmm. Death or flu. Death or flu, she muttered to herself.
I thought she was asking me a question.
I’m sorry? I replied.
No no, I’m just deciding which one. Probably flu. A bad one, she continued, still half –talking to herself.
Give who flu?
Oh, I just have a death or flu policy for a few people, she continued blithely. Just the one’s who push me too far.
By now my anger had been replaced by laughter.
Just the two. What about chicken pox? I choked out.
No. Just death or flu.
And with that, she returned to work to continue her double, double, toil and trouble.
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