They always come back

So life without the former Serial Killer In Charge has been pleasant enough.

He left the department, and what I got in exchange for a supervisory person, while lacking, does not inspire me to wonder where the bodies are hidden when we interact.

Today however SKIC was back in the building. And not just in the building, but in a meeting I had to attend, and not just IN THE MEETING, BUT SITS NEXT TO ME.

Everyone looks at him and someone voices, "What are you doing here?"

SKIC: (and I shit you not, this is verbatim) "I have come down from my white castle to wander among the peasants. Or should I say, my self imposed Ivory Tower to hang out with the Dregs."

Me: "Well excuse us. Don't sit to close, I can't promise I don't carry the plague."

Dregs? Defined as follows:
1: sediment contained in a liquid or precipitated from it : lees —usually used in plural
2: the most undesirable part —usually used in plural <the dregs of society>
3: the last remaining part : vestige —usually used in plural <the last dregs of fuel>

Um. OK, well at least when I am interacting with people, I don't look like I am plotting how I can get them into my trunk in the parking lot without attracting attention. I mean come on Man, BLINK once in a while.  
So now aside from knowing he is Uber Creepy, he is also RUDE BEYOND REASON. Creepy little bastard! Don't think if you try to club me like a seal I am not going for the sack. I promise you, I don't fight fair. 


  1. I'm sure he has a spare roll of carpet in that trunk.


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