One Hundred and Thirty Seven

My boss’s boss has one of those old man faces that are so fascinatingly disgusting and exotic that no one can listen to what the person is saying. Wondering at his mysterious pustules, ancient teeth, impossible jowls, and great forests of nose hair - all quivering with each word -is removing me from this stupid meeting. If I had Spider-Man powers I could leap out that window and swing myself to you.