Uneasy Aubergine Episodes
In fact, the ground did open up and swallow me.
It was all a misunderstanding, see? I did not mean it like that and of course I was mortified. I would like to say ‘I don’t know who was more embarrassed’, but I do. It was me. He seemed to enjoy it, which was, of course, worse. What an awful situation to be in, with him being my boss, effectively, and all.
I do not even know how I came to be running such an absurd errand in the first place. I’m actually on the creative side, but there was this big launch, see? Lots of the Big Nobs from the States were over, and of course he was desperate that it went well. Nothing he loved more than rubbing shoulders with the high and mighty from his homeland.
Oh yes, he’s a yank alright. That is where trouble began. I was pretty angry that he asked me to run to the shops to get some stuff to serve, but the it was ‘all hands on decks’, as it were, and he himself was sweeping and mopping the board-room, so I could not really complain, could I?
Why the fuck is it an ‘eggplant’ anyway? It makes no bloody sense. I did not bother checking the list until I was there, everything else was quite straightforward. I was not quite sure about that. I had no idea what on Earth how he planned to prepare or serve it at such short notice, so I thought maybe I had misunderstood. I sent a text to check.
To avoid any further problems I simply sent an icon, an emoji, with a question mark. A long pause before a reply, and it was a reply that frankly startled me. I had no idea. Once I discovered what it all meant I nearly died, and longed for the ground to open up and swallow me.
Which it did. He still texts, lurid and awful texts. But I’m not coming out. Not ever.
Today I wrote between 13:58 and 14:08. I was prompted by an idea here.
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