SHORT STORY - Don't stay late at work
It wasn't so loud in the day. But at that time of the night, the tick tick of the digital clock was obnoxiously obvious. She gritted her teeth in anxiety, looking from the clock to her boss and then back. The blue suit sat across the table, a stray pen in one hand and the phone receiver crouched between his ear and shoulder. Oblivious of the girl sitting across the table from him, he spoke into the phone… “Now here’s a better one…Why does Santa come with a huge sack?" She grimaced, trying to ignore his voice. This never went well, really…the same dirty jokes, the constant bawdy banter, never upfront...but still, non stop dirty talk. “No. Take another guess, d******d!” he spoke to the person at the other end of the phone. He sneakily glanced to see if she was listening in. She wondered if there was really another person at the end of the line. “Ok. I’ll tell you then,” he continued… “its because he comes only once a year.” “Haa haa haa haa haa haa. Got that??? Comes!!