Warning - To those with a sensitive stomach, you may want to skip this post.
Fin: Mom! Mom!
Me: Fin! I am on a conference call. Keep it down!
Fin: I AM HUNGRY!!
(Covering mouthpiece) Gosh are you hungry? Okay, great you need to eat!
(Turns up phone volume, races to kitchen, slaps stinky food on plate,
and races back to desk) Blah, blah, blah
Fin: (Strolling through the hall five minutes later) I'm full!
Me: Blah, Blah more businessy stuff
Fin runs into the office and proceeds in horking up two consecutive hairballs.
Me (Covering mouthpiece): Dear Cod! All of that! Now? You gotta do it now? Are you okay?
Fin: I'm better now.
Well that's good.
Fin: Better clean that up, and I'm hungry again.
Me: (Places call on speaker as I try to clean up the
hairball). Urphal (Sound of trying to avoid horking myself).
I'd like to say that never happened in my old office, but there was this one time when a pregnant lady thought it was less disruptive to vomit into a trashcan repeatedly during my class rather than leave to go to the restroom.
Um, no, not less disruptive little lady.