I Am A Horrible Monster

So I’m walking through the hallway at work from the computer lab to my cube, and I happen to pass our Senior Programmer Analyst, Joe. He’s carrying a Sparc workstation to his office, and for some reason, the perverse imp who lives in my head decided to speak up.

In a voice too loud for the hallway, I said words, words which cannot be taken back.

Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that Sun in your hand?

I am a horrible monster.

And I pray for death.