Weeble Wooble

Let me just put this right out there. I'm going to hell.

Weebles do wooble, and they sure as hell do fall down.

Once upon a time, there was a lady who was called weeble wooble. She was also a smoker, so she traveled back and forth from her desk to outside, passing through the lobby - and the lovely receptionist. She was a short, rather plump lady, who had one characteristic that made her stand out from all the other smokers.

She walked with a "limp".

She walked as if she couldn't bend one knee so she kept it straight and would swing it around in front of the other one, causing her to rock up and down when she walked. The lovely receptionist would get a good laugh, and would always tell her friends about said "weeble wooble". One day the part time receptionist (who this receptionist misses dearly, and while she likes the new current receptionist, she's just not the same as Eric.). Anyways, one day both receptionists were at the desk and thought of a brilliant plan. They would record weeble wooble and show all of their friends how funny of a walk this lady had.

Oh how they laughed and enjoyed themselves as they recorded her in total secret. They showed no one in the office. And while they wouldn't laugh right in this lady's face (because they really aren't mean people) they always smirked at each other when she was around.

Until one day when she was gone.

Did she get fired? Did she quit? Had she gone to HR and placed a complaint about how she felt she was harassed by those lovely receptionists? No one knew! She was just gone.

A couple days later, the office manager and facilities department had a meeting about adding a button to the front doors in the lobby for them to automatically open for handicap people. How totally random.

Or was it?

Turns out weeble wooble had fallen and hurt herself
pretty badly. And when her family rushed her to the hospital, the doctors hadfound the reason she was walking with a limp.

They FOUND A TUMOR IN HER LEG. Yes, you read that correctly, I was - I mean, the lovely receptionist - this is a story after all, was making fun of a lady who turned out to have a tumor in her leg. The poor lady wasn't walking like that because of a bum knee or anything like that, the TUMOR was preventing her from walking correctly.

But wait, there's more.

Doctors had to AMPUTATE her leg. She now is confined to a wheel chair. She's back at work, high on drugs. The lovely receptionist makes sure to be polite to her, even chat her up every now and then.

But who are we kidding, she's going to hell.

And by "she", I mean me.