It’s really cold in my office today, so I’m cranking my space heater to the max. There aren’t any clients around and, being the classy broad that I am, am sprawled all over the heater like butter on bread. If the bread were hot and metal and if I were fatty and greasy.
I also have cold feet. So I put my feet up on the space heater while I make a phone call. Upon hanging up, I catch a glimpse of the sole of my shoe, which is now deeply scored with heater burns. Deep as in, “had I left my feet on the heater even a minute longer I would require medical attention”.
Genius 101 with ErinirE.
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