Soup

The Buffoon was truly on-point today. I walked into his office after he had summoned me with a computer question.

“Well, why’s my computer keep freezing up?”, he asked as though his intent was to stump me.

“I don’t know. Sometimes they just freeze up.”, I dryly replied to make him immediately aware of how little I cared about the problem.

He continued to look up at me from his swivel chair, in the blobby, fat way that he does, but he was also doing something weird with his mouth. He was flattening his tongue and pressing it down against his lower lip as though he was trying to cover its entire service area. It was very awkward. He just looked up at me while he did this, waiting for me to inquire about what he was doing. I didn’t, however, and just continued to look back at him with puzzled annoyance.

After about 30 seconds, he finally spoke first, “Burnt my lip own’ sum soup. Main’, it hurts”. He immediately went back to nursing his lip with his tongue, all while staring at me and awaiting my response.

With that, I just turned and walked out of office.