I’m just saying.
The lady whose office is down the hall from mine tends to scurry around. I don’t know why she doesn’t simply walk like everyone else in this office, but she doesn’t. She scurries, and occasionally breaks into a run.
And she prints from websites. A lot. She does not, however, print several pages at a time and walk down the hall to get the batch when she’s finished. Instead, she prints one page, scurries down the hall to get it, scurries back to her office, prints another page, scurries down here, scurries back — you get the idea. Why? I have no idea. What I do know is that if she keeps this up, I’m going to rig a trip wire in the middle of the hall, and I will feel no remorse whatsoever. Because I’ve had about enough of the goddamned scurrying.
Just the word “scurrying” is annoying, actually.
