Right next to the copier, the point where I fell down willy-nilly with insistence to the eye, there was a huge black spider. A clever spider, inserted into the corner office fresh, plump and relaxed over a nice wad of dust that formed the entrance to his lair. Spider that had become my nemesis, stand face to face with him allowed me to enjoy the cool puff of air conditioner, but this could not happen without deal with arachnophobia now that was an integral part of my soul. Funny how the feeling of being watched that thing may also come from black and hairy. One day when I pressed a million times in an hour the green button for the copier he moved. I jumped back, I shrank into a corner between the bathroom door and the refrigerator. I tripped over a tangle of electric wires and to save me I rushed towards the exit of the corridor. Gold Glass is in the office of panic. The blind rage seized of the wildest Rebecca, aka old slippers. With the seat leaning to the layer of dust from the floor was looking at losing any glimmer of reason and squirm.
-Are you sure there is no more in the hole? Maybe it's just squeaked back ...
Cristina, and interposed between itself and the passage six feet of secure space.
-He moved, he came to me and now there's more ...
The balance was finally broken, Chimera and Bellerophon were about to collide.
In that moment of pathos Walter crossed the threshold of the office, wonderful as always.
-Hey girls! What happens? Rebecca
puffed out his chest proud of the name "girl" without realizing that in his case would have worn at least 40 years before.
-Good thing you got a man! - Cristina shrieked "Well, other than the head that is in meeting
... "excepting the general," I thought. The spider-
moved and attacked us ...!
Incredible. I shared my revulsion for the spiders living with the stack of my colleagues. Mental note: "Taking a pass arachnophobia at the cost of going to that stupid TV show of Record caressing them."
-Calma. I'll .- Walter smiled highlighting the dimpled chin, her colleagues hysterical relaxed.
From an initial inspection revealed that Chimera had effectively abandoned his post. Where had he decided to crouch, remained a mystery for the rest of the morning. Walter picked up the fridge, moved the copier, crouched in 110 locations by calendar without getting any result.
When you gave up my colleagues were so gratified by the sight of three centimeters discovered his lower back that the spider had only a vague and hazy memories. What
turmoil ended with a unanimous chorus of praise to the hero of the day Walter - Bellerophon, more beautiful than a greek god, less effective than an insecticide.
Revenge of Chimera was just the beginning ...
Continued ...
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