An Open Letter To My Office's Online Guy, Who's Desk Is Only 15 Feet From Mine
Dear Sir,
Stop staring at me. It's freaking me the hell out.
Also, stop walking so slow, talking so high, and shuffling down the hall after the women with your head cocked to the side and your eyes squinted around a vacant stare. Seriously, it's just creepy.
Thanks,
Daniel Carlson