One of the most awkward moment is falling into the whirling actions of an insane, especially if that insane bears with some responsibility. This is my case today.
Fortunately, I met no crazy bosses or senile dictators, but this one I had to share my day with, is enough. The background of the story is long-long-long, but I’m cutting it short. There’s a neighbour of us and dad loves neighbours as much as he loves responsable people. This man whom I will call Mr Catfish from now on – because of the FAAAAT resemblance – is an accountant. Being an accountant is a respectful profession; however, the numbers of people whom have got driven crazy by the numbers are as numerous as the numbers themselves they are working with. So, Mr Catfish who is a neighbour for us is a likely people for my chatbox father to philosophy about the…
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