Totally Bugging Out
(For the last few minutes, I’ve noticed people acting strangely towards me.)
Customer: “Hello-”
Me: “Hello, what can I do for you?” *smile*
Customer: *eyes bug out* “Um. Ah. Never mind.” *practically runs*
(I take out a small mirror to inspect my face, thinking I have some food for lunch left on it. Nothing. Bemused, I shrug and continue what I’m doing.)
Customer: “Hello, may I get a printout of my account?”
Me: “Of course, ma’am.”
(The customer eyes me weirdly, but I ignore the look. Then as I look down to type, I notice something MOVING on my shirt. It’s a beetle, as black as my shirt. I’m deathly afraid of bugs.)
Me: “Ahhh! Help! Help! Ahhh!”
(The customer and my coworkers stared as I frantically jumped around, swiping at the front of my shirt. The manager came out to see what I was screaming about, and I finally got it off. To this day since then, people call me the Bug-Brained Boy!)