8.28.2002

While stripping contact paper off of a table today, my coworker commented: "This is just like skinning a deer!"

I recoiled, gagged, and stared at her for half a second too long.

"Not a hunter, I take it. I meant a dead one, if that helps."

Dear God, get me out of Texas, and get me out fast.

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