OK... this title may be slightly sensationalized, but the story is second-hand and I should be able to recount it as it unfolds in my imagination. Apparently, at some point this afternoon, S entered her office and spied the scaly serpent curled up in the corner of her office ready to strike. I wasn't there, but inside my head, I hear S scream - a scream which brought several other staff running to her aid. R stumbles in first, but merely squints at the snake (which you should assume has still not attempted to strike) and says, "Oh S, that's not a snake, it's an electrical cord". You might be thinking that either the snake is extremely small, or R needs glasses... or even that R is right and S just has an overactive imagination. G then enters and documents that it is in fact a snake and not an electrical cord by taking a picture. The snake does not move... in fact, the poor thing is dead.
Later, Dr.? who has heard about S's traumatic experience asks her about the snake's appearance... perhaps to try and determine whether or not it was of the venomous variety. S answers that is was small, coiled up and rather resembled 'some kind of poo'. This sounds like a preposterous thing to say to a VIP such as Dr. ?; however, it has become a kind of catch phrase here for whatever reason... perhaps because (as Dr. Z once pointed out), the gas feeding the kitchen elements stinks like 'some kind of poo'.... and in fact, many people seem to have become amateur scatologists due to the havoc local water/food is having on their digestive systems.
Anyway, back to the snake... Unfortunately I have not had the opportunity yet to obtain that photo from G, but I have looked up "Snakes in Iraq" to discover that there are indeed poisonous snakes in the region. I wonder if S can identify the one in her office from this site... And I wonder if G also has a picture of the scorpion he said he saw in his bed. Hmmm...
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