Secret messages out in the open #4
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
Dear ________,
You kept badgering me about whether I wanted some pears. I love pears. When I said, sure I’d love one, you kept repeating the question. I couldn’t figure out why. I found out.
You were looking for some subtle phrasing of my answer which might possibly release you from responsibility when you dumped two 30-gallon trashbags full of pears off at my desk when I wasn’t there and you wouldn’t be back any time soon.
I agreed to take “a couple” of pears and I fucking walk to work, you dick.




