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I was standing outside the break room today, talking to a co-worker. We were discussing the difference between cranberry juice and cranberry pills to cure up a bladder infection (not mine). I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked closer, there was nothing there. The conversation continued.

Moments later, that damn mouse went running across the floor right between the two of us. There was shrieking and screaming and jumping involved. And yes, I was part of it.

I screamed (like a girl) and jumped back several feet (like a girl) as the little turd ran across the floor. He made his way under the Coke machine to no doubt laugh at how easily he had turned me into a little bitch.