the french professor came limping. sat down in my assistant’s chair while i attended to other customers. when i turned around to face the telling-off i thought was coming i found him with his feet up on kim’s desk and his face covered with a sombrero (don’t ask why we have a sombrero at IB. just don’t.) he asked for a shot of tequila. i looked around to see where the camera was hidden before i regretfully had to answer that i only have coffee to offer.
when he left some 20 minutes later he promised to bring a bottle next time he pays me a visit.
this is a very confusing and disturbing day.