No meeting today, thank God. I swear she hasn't stopped talking for longer than five minutes all week, which is about the same amount of time I'd have lasted in a meeting before clubbing her with the furniture to make her shut up.
An hour after the cancelled meeting is due to start she comes up to to ask if it's still on, and seems both disappointed that it's not, and surprised that I'm relieved that this is the case.
A huge, huge electrical storm comes sweeping in. The Cow-orker looks outside, and then at an online weather site and notices that not only is lightning striking all around us, it also appears to be concentrated heavily over where she lives. She decides this is a good time to call home.
"Hey, is there much lightning there? There is? Then get off the phone, you idiot, don't you know it's dangerous being on the phone in the middle of a thunderstorm?"
Clearly this is some kind of bizarre murder/suicide thing she's working on...
