Personal Space – Soap

Oh, perfect.

You’re back wandering around the office again instead of working at your desk like the rest of us. What’s that? You just had to show me today’s hilarious desk calendar joke? Made you think of me? Hey, guess what? I never think of you. Except when I have to. Like now. Because once again: you’re in all up in my grill, with chocolate-stained teeth, flopping your lips at me, and buddy… just trying to help you out here. Your breath could literally peel the paint off a wall.