Continuing about the tig biddy woman. I think she's his boss, a new one.
Wasn't it enough of a humiliation that his long time boss, one he was so used to smooching but who was now about to retire, was to be replaced by someone else entirely instead of him finally getting his promotion? Him, who had been giving this god forsaken office/department his all for so long? The nerve! Not that there was anything new about humiliation, oh no, wasn't he entirely used to being slighted by fate already.
But then, as insult to injury, he learns he his new immediate superior is going to be a woman. A woman! He scoffs (which makes his allergic nose run or even bubble, and sneeze) because of course he's a raging sexist too and what is the world coming to (nothing good obviously, just more and more stupidity and pollen, ACHOO!) He is entirely determined to despise her with all his might while kissing her ass pink.
She makes her first visit to the office unannounced, just the clinking of her heels alerting everyone as she walks between the desks. He is too busy scolding a desperate typist/scribe to notice, has almost reduced the poor creature to tears, then suddenly realises something is off, turns, and almost butts his face straight into a pair of tits. Actually, almost sneezes into them.
A sweet sing song voice. My my my, is there a problem?
At this point he has already intuitively risen on his toes to match her height (it isn't nearly enough), tries to introduce himself, excuse everyone else and so on, while sniffling furiously. A hand - long nails, painted bright red - cups his chin.
Surely there can be no problem, in an office that's kept in such hard working, expert hands? I'm a little jealous!
He blushes, sweats, opens his mouth to answer, feels a little faint to be honest, wrinkles his itchy nose, it's about to leak, oh it's probably leaking already, he needs a handkerchief, it's in his pocket but he can't move, he needs to sneeze, feels something wet trailing down his lip but he can't move, it's like being hypnotized by that voice, that lipstick-red smile, those beautiful, magnificent tits, his nose is itching horribly and he really needs to sneeze, the pollen is nothing short of atrocious today, oh no, please god help him, don't sneeze now!!
His head whips forward with a sneeze — wet, itchy and congested like the rest of him — followed by six more.
Oh bless you poor mister [...], have you caught yourself a little cold?
... Also, I'd like to see the records storage. Could you take me there? ... Bless you again, mr [...]! I've heard it's very dusty, you'd better take a spare handkerchief with you!
To be truthful, I think she has a regular, keen interest in the records storage. It can hit her so suddenly, at any time within the office hours, like an irresistible craving for a sweet treat.
(i can't shake the image, the unpleasant little man, in a bit of a daze and disarray by his desk, his sneeze-sprayed glasses a bit tilted on his nose, lipstick stains on his face, streaming with hayfever)
Generally speaking, records crawing or no, she has a habit of appearing completely unannounced and unsuspected, and if the unpleasant little man is at his desk (probably sneezing), she will seat herself directly on it and if there's any papers he doesn't want graced by her luscious bum, he'll be in a hurry to move them from the way.
I can imagine her sitting on his desk like that on a day he does indeed have a cold instead of the usual allergies, and amidst the general indulgent cooing and tut-tuting she suddenly grabs the topmost handkerchief from a stack (there's always a couple of neat stacks on the corner of his desk), shakes it open, give it a little kiss, and then wipes/blow his nose with it, chuckling. There, that's better.
He spends the rest of the day with a lipstic-stained nose, annoyed at and wondering why everyone is tittering.
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