Me, Pika and the Coffee Creamer ...

[Digital Prophet]

So it's Monday. And I am ok with that. Hell I work 10 times harder on the weekend than I do during the week. So in a way I am dying for it to be Monday so I can get some rest.

But not Pika.

Pika lives for the weekends. Which, in turn, means that each Monday morning is a tiny little death for him. But to be honest I am not really too sure why. It's not like the little louse has a job he has to go do. He just tags along with me to my office for the free coffee.

Which brings us to the point of the post.

There I am, sitting at my desk minding my own business. And being that I get to the office before everyone else I hear each person as they come in. The absolute quite of the empty office is briefly invaded by the opening of the door and a mumbled "morning" emitted on auto pilot from one of my half asleep co-workers. And then the return to the silence before the day starts and the work begins.

At least that is how it went the first two times the door opened. The third time? Well the door opened and instead of a grumbly "hello" I was treated to the sounds of rage and frustration. And as the door shuts the ruckusy sounds cease.

Well obviously this means that the source of the angst is on the other side of the door. And it is about that time that I realize I haven't seen Pika for a while.



So I get up and walk into the lobby to see what the hub-bub was about. I follow the trails of angry cursing and the occasional "SPLAT" through the lobby and into the little break room. And I find the source of the calamity.

There he is, sitting on the counter top with the wooden paper towel dowel in his angry little yellow fist, yelling at something on the counter. "You little bastard! I'll learn you good!" And then, "SPLAT" and there is something squirting everywhere. But since Pika has his back to me I can't see what he is splatting.

"What the hell are you doing?!?!?" He turns and looks at me at woogly eyed with that wooden dowel in his hand. For a moment he looked like some kind of deranged version of Babe Ruth.

"Doing?!!? I'll tell you what I'm doing! I'm opening coffee creamers!" And then: "SPLAT".

And he raises his little mallet of rage for another splatting, but I grab it. But since he won't let go there I am swinging a Pika loose from a wood stick. Let me tell you, it was real Norman Rockwell moment. But finally he lets go and drops to the ground in a huff.

"Dude, what is the problem here?" I ask as I commence to clean the unholy mess that the little hellion has wrought.

"I couldn't get the creamers open."

You know, I somehow expected more. Something more grand like he was getting a cup of coffee and one of the creamers had offended his fragile sensibilities with a comment about lactose power or something. Or how he was on a mission from God to rid the universe of French vanilla creamer. I don't know, it just seemed kind of ... dull.

"Ok, so let me get this straight: You couldn't get the little creamers open?"

"Right." Now he was just sitting on the floor pouting. I actually felt kind of bad for him.

"Soooo you decided to kill them?"

"Hey! Those damn things are harder to get into than Amish panties. They had to die!"

"Clearly. Ok, how many creamers do you want?" Being as the mess was easy to clean and it seemed like a simple thing to make him happy.

"Ten."

"Ten? Dude do you want some coffee with that creamer?"

"No. Look either give me my creamer or give me my stick. I'm gon'na off me some creamers one way or another!"

"Fine fine fine. Here. Ten creamers." I had him the creamers and then he whips this bowel of cereal out from behind his back all Looney Tunes style. I mean from out of nowhere!

"What's that?" I ask as he quickly dumps his ten little creamers into the bowl (leaving the containers on the floor for me to pick up I might add).

"Double frosted flakes." And with that he shuffles out of the break room, bowl in hand and spoon in mouth.

I was dumbfounded. So as I pick up the ten little creamer containers I mutter to myself "Yeah, because that is what you need: more sugar."

"I heard that!"



It's going to be one of those Mondays.

Prophet out.

[Dobick]

Thank you!

[photobykim]

ha ha that is wonderful, thank you, I needed something to brighten my horrible day that I have begun. I hope that you're saving all of these to one day create a book from, that would be the funniest thing to just sit and read!!

[TXhummer2]

(gopher pop-ups from cubieland due to explosive laughter)

[Digital Prophet]

Originally Posted by photobykim

ha ha that is wonderful, thank you, I needed something to brighten my horrible day that I have begun. I hope that you're saving all of these to one day create a book from, that would be the funniest thing to just sit and read!!

You know, I have been saving posts for a number of years. Mostly it is a collection of threads that I have started myself. Some about my life with Pika some are just random thoughts.

The word document is somewhere between 200 and 300 pages.

Prophet out.

[TXhummer2]

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