That is it!
I have had enough of this.
I used to think you were cute, but now I just can’t seem to get away from you.
You are always there.
Just standing there.
Leering.
Seriously, a girl needs some privacy now and then.
Especially now. In this place.
Really. What are you doing here anyway?
It seems wildly inappropriate for you to be here.
The more time we spend together, the more I ponder your existence.
I do know that 1984 called and they would like their shorts back. Oh, wait. You are … 1984.
I want to know why the prop master on the photo shoot didn’t notice that you were holding the ball upside down.
Were there no good looking, fit, Olympic athletes available to pose?
I’m a fan of the Olympics like anyone other American girl who dreams of being Mary Lou Retton with a gold medal…
But …
Why must you be here…
In the bathroom?
The poster that hangs in a bathroom where I work. It was put up as a joke when we first moved in. It was funny. For a minute. Now it is just … very, very awkward. True story.
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