Thanks to Lady J'Ssem for obvious inspiration.
So this morning, one of the optical ladies came in to work, went to pick up her smock off the coatroom rack--and found a bat chillaxin' on it.
She whipped the smock to the floor, along with the bat, and went running away screaming. This lead to a bunch of people huddling nervously in the breakroom and along the stairs, wanting me to go poke the bat with a broom to make sure it was dead.
Oh no. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Bats are creatures with which I do not fuck. Bats carry rabies. Rabies to me is about the worst way a person can die.
So somebody else got a repack tote, slid it over the smock and the stilled, probably deceased bat, closed it up, and threw the smock and the bat away. I don't know who.
So this morning, one of the optical ladies came in to work, went to pick up her smock off the coatroom rack--and found a bat chillaxin' on it.
She whipped the smock to the floor, along with the bat, and went running away screaming. This lead to a bunch of people huddling nervously in the breakroom and along the stairs, wanting me to go poke the bat with a broom to make sure it was dead.
Oh no. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Bats are creatures with which I do not fuck. Bats carry rabies. Rabies to me is about the worst way a person can die.
So somebody else got a repack tote, slid it over the smock and the stilled, probably deceased bat, closed it up, and threw the smock and the bat away. I don't know who.
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