The Pink Shoe Diaries

dear throat-clearing-gentleman-in-my-office,

it turns out that guttural coughing noises are not the most pleasant of ways to announce one's precense.

i know that i did not acknowledge you the exact second that you set foot in my office, seeing as i was on the phone, and on my computer trying to read off some numbers for a client. instead of the more usual "excuse me" or even taking a polite stand a polite couple of feet from my desk, you felt the need to come right in, stand so close to me that i know how you had pesto pizza for lunch. then, after appx 10 seconds, you cleared your throat so loudly and in so pointed a manner that i actually flinched from fear of impending loogie missiles.

the fact that you have excessive phlegm in your throat is a piece of information i could do without. and now you will do without my attention for the next few minutes while i stretch out this easy task into a long, involved ordeal.

kisses (not phlegm),
- Sarah