There is nothing more annoying than a slow internet connection. Yoshimi felt like screaming and running away from her computer. Or, better yet, smashing the damn screen with a huge, poweful hammer. Just like Thor, the powerful Norwegian god. But instead she sat there, staring at the screen in a contained rage.
Maybe she was going through a mid-life crisis. But she was only in her early 30s. “Is it possible to have a mid-life crisis in your thirties?” she thought to herself, while waiting for the page to load. “Maybe, if you assume you’ll live til your 60s. But, again, what if you live less or more?” Page hasn’t loaded yet. “If so, I’m wasting my life waiting for this page to load. What the fuck? It’s just a regular page, not even with graphics!”
Her face was probably angered, because one of her co-workers, a guy that looked just like Dwight, from “The Office”, approached her to see what was going on. “Hey, is everything alright?”
“Yeah,” and she looked up at him, who was standing right next to her. His eyes were looking down to her, but he wasn’t looking at her computer or at her face.
“Asshole,” she thought. The freak was looking straight down to her boobs.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked her, still staring at her cleavage (which wasn’t even that deep!). “No,” and she got up and walked to the bathroom.
Yoshimi noticed that people were looking at her boobs while she was walking to the bathroom. “What the fuck with these people today?”. That was starting to bug her, but at the same time she was kinda flattered. “Well, at least this proves that spending $60 bucks buying fake silicone-shaping inserts was worthwhile....”
Proudly approaching the mirror, Yoshimi looked at her “new” boobs...to her horror, one of the inserts had fallen out of place and was sliding through her super-miracle-extra-push-up bra. She looked like she had one huge melon-sized boob and another one that resembled a fried egg!!!
For a moment, Yoshimi wished she was one of those birds that hide their heads under the ground. But that was a corporate bathroom floor, so no room for hiding under it. ‘Damn store. That’s why they said they don’t take returns.”
She took both of them out and carefully wrapped them in toilet paper. Then, with the majesty of a pride-hurt woman, she raised her head and walked tall, straight to her desk. Just to find out that the page was still loading....
Copyrights by Michelle Mocarski
Maybe she was going through a mid-life crisis. But she was only in her early 30s. “Is it possible to have a mid-life crisis in your thirties?” she thought to herself, while waiting for the page to load. “Maybe, if you assume you’ll live til your 60s. But, again, what if you live less or more?” Page hasn’t loaded yet. “If so, I’m wasting my life waiting for this page to load. What the fuck? It’s just a regular page, not even with graphics!”
Her face was probably angered, because one of her co-workers, a guy that looked just like Dwight, from “The Office”, approached her to see what was going on. “Hey, is everything alright?”
“Yeah,” and she looked up at him, who was standing right next to her. His eyes were looking down to her, but he wasn’t looking at her computer or at her face.
“Asshole,” she thought. The freak was looking straight down to her boobs.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked her, still staring at her cleavage (which wasn’t even that deep!). “No,” and she got up and walked to the bathroom.
Yoshimi noticed that people were looking at her boobs while she was walking to the bathroom. “What the fuck with these people today?”. That was starting to bug her, but at the same time she was kinda flattered. “Well, at least this proves that spending $60 bucks buying fake silicone-shaping inserts was worthwhile....”
Proudly approaching the mirror, Yoshimi looked at her “new” boobs...to her horror, one of the inserts had fallen out of place and was sliding through her super-miracle-extra-push-up bra. She looked like she had one huge melon-sized boob and another one that resembled a fried egg!!!
For a moment, Yoshimi wished she was one of those birds that hide their heads under the ground. But that was a corporate bathroom floor, so no room for hiding under it. ‘Damn store. That’s why they said they don’t take returns.”
She took both of them out and carefully wrapped them in toilet paper. Then, with the majesty of a pride-hurt woman, she raised her head and walked tall, straight to her desk. Just to find out that the page was still loading....
Copyrights by Michelle Mocarski
