STAMPY THE STOMPER
I am one whose nerves are now easily agitated thanks to my decision to work in public service jobs where there a re plenty of people to work them. There are numerous things that now annoy me and this account is but one. There is a stomper in my office. This young woman, alone, sounds like a heard of elephants ascending and descending the cement staircase in front of my desk. When she walks past, you can't help but imagine spiders and roaches and all sorts of other creepy crawlies that must be in her path causing her to stomp them to death with every step she takes. I've nicknamed her "Stampy" in full homage to Bart Simpson's elephant who walked through his neighborhood destroying everything he came in contact with. I often hear her before I see her and turn to my colleague and say, "Here comes Stampy again." My co-worker thinks it's hilarious. What really gets me is that she is as thin as a rail. I mean deathly, starving-loo...