Punching out


I’ve spent the last six months as a contract worker covering a full-time employee’s pregnancy leave, and although my girlfriend — favoring stability of employment over strictness of fidelity — has suggested I knock up the returning new mother again so that I can hang onto her job a while longer, I’m diving back into the full-time freelance world of three- to seven-day weekends as of five o’clock this sunny Friday afternoon.

“I’m sorry to see you go,” says one of my more cantankerous older male co-workers. “I’m going to have to spend the next six fucking months listening to baby stories.”

“As a matter of fact, I have a million baby stories,” I say. “I’ve just been saving them for today to tell you all at once.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s hear them.”

“Well, for instance, this one time, I killed a baby. And then I ate it.”

“How’d you kill it?”

“I put it in the driver’s seat of a car in the garage, then ran a hose from the exhaust pipe in through the window to make it look like a suicide.”

“Ha,” he says. “I’m stealing that one.”

When I came in today, I was pretty sure that my legacy after I left the office for the last time would consist merely of a tattered Post-It note telling my co-workers to put the milk back in the office fridge after opening it. So I’m happy to leave him with that one.

3 Responses to “Punching out”

  1. 1 Stocc

    I’m confused. Did it still look like a suicide after you ate it?

  2. 2 wegroi

    it’s weird how we never say i killed a person and ate it. i guess for some reason babies arent viewed as sexual beings

  3. 3 Jay Pinkerton

    If you duct tape them up first, they’re all-get-out sexual bidness like crazy. CAH-RAZY.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: