Year 2, week 24: wind of change

As I walked into the clerks room this morning, UpTights was looking slightly different but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. Then, just as I was about to leave OldSmoothie strolled in and immediately came out with: “Ah, UpTights. I see you’ve had you’re quarterly refill of botulism. I’ve always enjoyed the irony of your great desire to fill yourself, of all people, full of poison.”

It had clearly been a bit of an overdose since despite her anger UpTights expression hardly changed other than in complexion.  “And your hair implants are different, I suppose?” she fired back.

“I don’t know whether your mother ever wanted you not to pull faces as a child or the wind might change UpTights but if you take a look in the mirror I think you’ll find that that’s exactly what’s happened.”  With which he waltzed off down the corridor leaving UpTights fuming and the clerks dashing for cover.

March 11, 2008 · Tim Kevan · Comments Closed
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