He is always smiling. I hate it when people do that, they look mentally retarded. Anyhow, he just waltzes into my office and I didn’t hear his feeble knock. I loathe that too, when people do a pathetic tap. I look up to see him carrying a cardboard tray, filled with two large coffee cups and his briefcase in his other hand. Eddie places the coffee down on my desk and a piece of his immaculate hair flops out of place. He sighs and stands up straight again, checking his reflection in the mirror and running a comb all the way through his hair.
“Oh, um thanks.” I state politely. He didn’t have to do that. He smiles at me again.
“I always think that coffee makes Monday mornings a little more bearable, don’t you?”
He finally goes back to his desk. Why is it that some people seem to be born happy? I mean 90% of the time, this guy is radiant and raring to go. I think he must be a morning person. A ‘bright in the morning’ bastard.
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