[…]With nervous jitters: I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet and falling head first into the office.
Shameful anger: Double crap - me and my two left feet! Painful awareness of stupidity: I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Grey’s office, and w
Holy balls. That’s ridiculous! I’m laughing so hard because I could completely hear the Elcor monotone in my head. I think this might be the only thing that makes this shit tolerable. So perfect.