Anthony vs. The Horror and the Hilarity...

I spent most of the day banging my head against the wall with frustration--between my normal job, the semi-pseudo-secret film gig and my severe lack of sleep, I think I'd lost it. I was on the verge of tears somewhere in there. Or death by Unga Bunga, I dunno.

But then, there I am, on my way to photocopy something, and the boss is standing over the fax machine. Murmuring, muttering and getting progressively louder and...whiney-er? Well, she was um...well, she was talking...

"C'mon, just take it! Take it! What? Are you going to take it from the bottom or the top? From the bottom? You want it from the bottom? C'mon, you son-of-a-bitch, just take the whole damn thing! Take it! Just stick it in the slot and go! C'mon...it's not that hard, just take it! Take it all! Fucking take it! I want you to just take the whole thing. Don't you quit on me! Take it!"

My mind went there. I couldn't help it. It just did. And I think that I nearly hurt myself trying not to laugh.

While she was going off on the fax machine ("c'mon! Go! Go! Take it! Move! Go!"), I dropped the page I was copying, bent over to pick it up and nearly fell over. Tears were streaming down my face when she finally "finished." My back was to her, and my cheeks were bulging with laughter that I couldn't let out. It just wouldn't have been right.

There are a couple of tear stains on the copy machine glass, I was laughing so hard.

I walked back to Dave's office, who had heard some of it. I told him the whole routine. He nearly fell out of his chair.

I was heading back to my office, Dave taking the same route to pull a file, when I was stopped by the boss. She asked Dave for something and then handed me a proofread fax: "Here, take it. It's up and ready. Just stick it in the slot and hit the go button."

My head nearly exploded when I heard the giggles coming out of Dave.

Fortunately, the boss-lady left for the bathroom by the time I errupted in laughter.