One of my coworkers strolled into the web office this morning to make a loud proclamation.
“I had the weirdest dream about you last night!”
Based on the sudden redness of her face I fully expected it to be the sort of dream that might get us both fired on principle.
“We ate a lot of popcorn–” she continued. I was suddenly confused. “…and there was a little girl who was holding a doll, but she had balls.”
It was all I could do to restrain my speech and hysterical, uncontrolled laughter.
“I don’t think that you have to worry: it’s not like they rub off on you,” I replied, but in my head, the song was rolling through my head on a continuous loop at maximum volume. No, not the soundtrack to cthulhu that gives Zach nightmares, the other song.