Dear MEM | This is getting weird now

I haven't seen you since last week and I thought you would be mad at me. YET you are leaning over me, giving me the goo-goo eyes. * que song " bag back bag back, give me 50 ft, give me 50 ft, give me 50 ft" * And what in the hell are you talking about, mistletoe and holiday spirit ..... Let me just play back the scene for you.

I bend down to tie my shoe and look up and here you are .... grinning like a fool!

Me : You should really make a noise before you sneak up on people

MEM : laughs Your so little. You had to get all the way down just to tie your boots.

Me : whatever

MEM : Don't you just love the Christmas Holiday. I love this time of the year.

Me : I do love this time of the year.

Now your leaning over me

MEM : So have you been naughty or nice this year?

Me : Excuse me?

MEM : I am Santa's little helper and I need to know so I can report back.

Me : 0_o I've been VERY nice. Wouldn't you say?

MEM: Well idk, I haven't known you that long. You may have had a naughty run or two.

Me : Well on that note, I'm going to just go on up.

MEM : They should really put a Mistletoe on this thing. I bet a lot of great memories would be created due to that.

Me : That is a horrible Idea. Um Are you ok? You seem a little bit off.

MEM : I'm VERY good. I have just been doing some thinking. We should catch up soon.

Me : I thought this was our catching up. You stalking me, holding me hostage from the Elevator and telling me your life story.

MEM : You should really get to know me.

Me : Welp, I'm going up now. This is starting to get weird.

- I hold the elevator open -

Me : Are you getting on?

MEM : No, I just stopped by to see if I could catch you.

- Doors close -

Let's not do that again ummkay.

xoxoxo

Dear North Pole HR Department,

Someone needs to be FIRED

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