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vrijdag 18 januari 2019

Chunky



After a few months I was used again to being alone in my room in the office. It had been a great time with Rick. He had always been good for a laugh with his silly things.
He often would sing along with our radio. In his own way: he would sing totally out of tune. When a song finished, he would look at me, saying: "Wasn't that great! Yes, that is why they call me the Voice."
He also had magic hands, saved me from severe back aches a few times. Last thing I heard about him was that he was hired by a professional football team in a city in the north as a masseur. He lives over there nowadays.

It was quite a surprise when one of the managers came into the room with Irene. I knew her from the olden days, when I just started working. She had been quite a big girl, but now she was huge. I wondered if she would fit in the standard chair. But she managed to get seated and the manager explained that she was going to be my new roommate. He expected from me that I would help her a bit, getting started with the same work I had been doing for years.

In the first days it was just amusing to talk about the old days, former colleagues and catching up on each other lives. Later I had a bit enough of the constant blabbering, I wanted to get some work done. She told me everything about her life, her family, her diseases and more. She would even phone to me sometimes to tell me that she was ill and would describe what type of fluids were leaving her body. Furthermore there were the continuous complaints about her body weight. She was desperate to lose some kilos, but gained instead and she could not understand why.

One day I was about to drink coffee during a little break with my friend John. He worked in another part of the building, but sometimes came over to me. I just put the phone down and sighed, pulled a face. Of course John wanted to know who I had been talking to. I told him about the story I just heard. She had vaginal discharge, probably caused by the menopause and she had described to me what it looked like and what it smelled like. I had been planning to eat one of my lunchtime sandwiches, but suddenly lost my appetite.

John had a bit of a laugh and we discussed my roommate a bit more. My friend mentioned her hugeness and I told him about her desperation to loose some weight. He could understand this. While drinking coffee he played a bit with her drawers. Normally they would have been locked, but not on this day. The top drawer contained pens, pencils and paperclips, the next one made him look up in amazement.
"You really have to see this!"
I walked over to him and looked at the drawer. It was filled with KitKat Chunkys and empty wrappers of the chocolate bars.

We said it at the same moment: "KitKat Junky!" Had a good laugh.
I never mentioned to Irene what I saw.
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4 opmerkingen:

  1. Irene wasn't exactly the best office companion and I think that some things would have been best kept to herself! I'm not sure that many people would be as patient with her as the protagonist in your story. As for her ever-increasing weight, I'd say a chocoholic hadn't a hope. Lol An amusing story with rather sad undertones, Albert, which you've described very well.

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  2. Thank you again for yet another lovely reaction on a story. I have been gentle to her in this story. In reality things were a lot worse and even disgusting.

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  3. oh i had a office companion just like irene and its not fun great little story much enjoyed - Susan O'Reilly xx

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  4. Thank you so very much! I really appreciate your nice comments! xx

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