out of place

So i just went up to the third floor to fill up my water bottle. Standing in front of the water machine was an enormous bald-headed dude, gasping and wiping his face with a paper towel. I thought maybe he had just come out of the bathroom, which is next to the water machine, but he was sucking down water from a paper cone. I tried to steer around him on my way to the tap, but he decided he wanted to strike up a conversation.

He introduced himself. I said, hi, i'm Caroline. He asked my last name (which, awkward to begin with). I told him. "Clemmons?" Er, no. "Oh." he said. "I guess my hearing's not so good after that run."

Y'all, it's 2:25pm on a Friday afternoon. Who the fuck goes jogging during LUNCH?! I expressed my surprise and he shrugged and said, "well, you gotta do something."

Yes, freak, but do it on your own time. Nobody in your office wants your bald ass to drip sweat all over their TPS reports. Also, while i will give him the benefit of the doubt this time, i suspect that come July, he's going to be one funky motherfucker, and i for one do not care for the waft of BO on a sweltering afternoon. IN MY OFFICE.