The Laugher

When I went into the restroom at work today, a woman was standing at the mirror and hysterically laughing with her reflection. We made eye contact briefly in the mirror, and she smiled at me. It wasn't a reassuring smile; it was more of a crazed hyena smile.

(Speaking of which, why are the hyenas in Lion King so scary looking? Hyenas are kind of cute:

You know, cute like one of those dumb-but-good-hearted second grade kids who picks his nose in class and gets embarrassed really easily. You know who I'm talking about. That's hyena cute. Minus the FACE-RIPPING VIOLENCE.)

Anyway, I actually waited in the stall until I heard her leave before I came out. She terrified me that much. Sadly, she probably sits on my floor somewhere, so I will most likely encounter her in the future.

And I will run.