New Friends Aren’t Always Friendly

She arrived in the early morning and immediately got on my last nerve. She was looking for friendship, but I was not in the mood. Regardless of my wishes, she hung out with me anyway, pestering and persistent.  With every little move I made, she popped up to vie for my attention. It became utterly exhausting. When I’d get a little moment of relief, a moment of peace, she’d remind me of her presence. It was time to tell her to buzz off.

I went to the bathroom, thinking she’d get a clue as to my need for solitude. But with no shame in her game, she chose to tag along.

So it was then, right there on the throne, that I decided she must go.  Once and for all. I’d had enough– and with this unbelievable intrusion, she’d obviously taken it too far.  As sly as could be, I opened the drawer and pulled out my weapon. With one deep breath and a little wince knowing the pain to come, I gave her a little clip.

May you rest in peace, obnoxious hangnail.

We said our final goodbyes with a flush.