This is Bob's squirrel. Feeling that things were too normal at the office I tied it up this morning and dangled it from the light fixture above Bob's desk. Bob appreciated it. He used to tie up ladles of vinegar above cooks' stations when he was a linecook. He's been boxing the squirrel all day. Late this afternoon he started having a conversation about the Older Generation (bosses, landlords, the weird litle guy with the mustache next door). About how they are just different from us and are a little detached from reality.
All this with a straight face while the squirrel in bondage glares at him upside down.
It's so muggy in New York. I need some Vancouver.