The Frighteners

[den]

The worst visitor you can have in an office is a small child. I had one this morning. The Incessant chatter, the tapping on the shoulders and "What's this?" the noise while I'm on the phone.

I got sick of it real fast.

"What's in here?"

Paper.

"What's in here?"

Fax paper

"What's in this?"

Then opening every drawer and cupboard and leaving them open. I'd had enough.

"Don't open that cupboard!" I said. "The Yish lives in there."

"What's a Yish?"

"The Yish," I said. What I needed right at that moment was the room to go dark and a flashlight to shine from below "-has cold clammy hands. And it reaches out and touches you on the neck. And you go 'yeesh!'"

He quietened down for a while.

Half an hour later I was in the store, looking for a pipe connector in the locker. The door was opened and hid me from the store room doorway. Through a crack I saw the kid pause in the doorway, looking at the open door. He couldn't see me. I picked up a length to pvc pipe and growled into it. "YIIIIIIIISH!"

the running footsteps and the dopplered WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! made me realise that I had just introdued a new bogieman into some kid's nightmares.

And I feel good about that.

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[arcturax.livejournal.com]

LOLOLOL Gwyn's kids could have used that treatment when I visited her over in the UK. They were little monsters :P

This is kind of remeniscant of that Far Side cartoon where the parent is saying, "Quiet down and get in bed or I'll send the floating head of death up again." Outside the window you see a helium baloon with a face which can be raised on a string :P

I'll have to remember this trick if I ever encounter little brats in the future *grins*