Really wish I could express myself truthfully on Slap
Shared a parking lot at work with this knob who would chain smoke in an old office chair everyday outside his workshop. This motherfucker would always stink, whine, and generally be a disgruntled piece of shit. Time and time again he pissed me off with random remarks about this and that. I knew I was going to fuck with this dude somehow and when he came into our warehouse screaming about a truck being parked (where it should be) I knew the time had come. This was earlier in the summer, and as Friday drew closer my boss asked me to clear out a bunch of junk from this loft space. Among the junk was 4 office chairs, and that’s where it began.
The office chair that this knob smoked in everyday was quite disgusting, so I picked the middle ground of the 4 office chairs, only lightly disgusting and brought it up to the roof. For the next 3 days I pissed all over the office chair on every spot imaginable and let it bake in the sun. Then I brought up a little can of febreeze from the shitter, hit it up, left it for one more night and then went into work early. I removed the chair from the roof, and left in in an odd abandoned spot in the parking lot. Sure enough, 30 minutes later it was gone.
At lunch I went out the back door and there he was, captain cool, sitting in my piss drenched chair, lighting up a cig.
“New chair?” I said.
He just glared back
“Nice.” I said.
Sure enough I still see him sitting in that chair, I’ve moved on jobs since, but he’s still there. I’ve even seen him at the bar in his work clothes (which I know are covered in piss) and I laugh everytime.