So it's 8am and it's already another lousy day but here's a funny story in spite of it:
I get to work very early on Fridays so I'm alone, it's quiet, no risk
of people coming in to donate things. If I were getting paid, it would
be the ideal job, but anyway! I'm in the bathroom washing my hands when I
hear low, faint creaking, like someone walking on an old staircase
below me, or in one of the other units. Since our building has no second
floor, and there is no one going into the basement, this is a bit
unnerving. I rinse my hands, the creaking continues. It took me a
minute, but I finally realized that the creaking was my bra. My bra is
creaking and my chest sounds like a haunted house.
BoooOOOOOOOoooooo
...oobs.
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