Suddenly a strobe destroys the darkness. Frantic loud notes! Flashing! Buzzing!
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Stop! God DAMN it!”
“For God’s sake!”
…
“I’m sorry my phone woke you up last night.”
Why must scenes of noble grandeur be smirched with petty human stuff?
“What was that?”
“That was my alarm. I left it in the grantees’ office and someone apparently set it to go off at… 11:23 P.M. I suspect [name redacted].”
“It did wake me up but I went back to sleep. …is that your usual alarm?”
“NO!”
“I remember thinking ‘That’s the kind of thing that gives people epileptic seizures.’”
“Yes!”
“How can we find out who it was?”
(Conversation turns into scheming.)
It’s enough to make a seal sneer.
Here the person apologizing has done nothing wrong other than leave her phone IN HER OWN WORK SPACE at a place where THERE ARE NO CHILDREN and one has no reason to defend against that kind of behavior from GROWN SCIENTISTS.
Naturally the apology is accepted and the correct course of action is to hunt down and torture the perpetrator. Watch this space for his apology.
He has nowhere to hide.
Shizz is getting REAL in Antarctica, folks.
There is no where to run in Antarctica. (unless you have a snowmobile, lots of fuel, food rations, water, and GPS, don’t forget the GPS!)
Get’em, get’em, get’em!
An apology is always nice, but seriously clever and (mostly) benign revenge? Priceless.
Can’t you, like, lock him outside? For a day?