Potential serial killer…

Okay…maybe not…he may just be an odd, quirky, strange little man in my building, but I start to wonder sometimes!

The law firm I work for shares the floor with another business…drafters or engineering architects or something like that. This guy works for them and though he takes smoke breaks in the courtyard and is never seen without his bottle of Diet Coke, he still weighs probably 300 pounds. Double whammy of nicotine and sugar-free caffeine not doing it for you? He never speaks, but he watches you with that geek-who’s-never-been-with-a-woman sort of look…out of the corner of his eye, pretending like he’s not paying any attention to you, and hoping that the rims of his glasses mask the direction of his gaze. If you pass him in the hall, he lifts his head a bit and turns it to the side…while his eyes stay on you…and you really start to wonder about how creepy this boy is or if he’s just too pathetic to worry about. I passed him in the hall today, on my way to the ladies room. He was obviously on his way to the men’s room too…the bathrooms are just outside our cafeteria door, and he was headed right for that, so I don’t see any other destination he could have meant…and he still had his Diet Coke in hand. Uh…you’re stepping away from your desk to take a potty break and you still can’t separate from the Coke? Is your office so deprived of soda that you have to protect your personal bottle at all times from the thieving drafters in the cubicles next door? You’re THAT addicted and have learned to do EVERYTHING with one hand? Who takes a cocktail to the bathroom?

I know…I find the most random things in the most normal places, but it’s just one deeper layer of weird, don’t you think?

~ by bylorena on September 8, 2008.

One Response to “Potential serial killer…”

  1. UPDATE: I have now seen the guy without his Coke! Is that a sign of the apocalypse? It was a little weird that he happened to be on the way to the bathroom again as I was leaving for the night. The weirdness wasn’t helped by the fact that he did that chin-up nod to me and then looked disappointed when I didn’t really respond. So many emotions crossed his face at that moment, I could almost hear the inner dialog, “I did that wrong. Crap. Now she won’t talk to me. I’m such an idiot. Doofus. Doofus. Doofus!”
    **shudder**

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