I come out of the bathroom this morning, right after break, I guess. I glance toward the cage, and someone who looks an awful lot like my other guy (again, not saying he’s really “my man,” just not identifying any names, real or made up) is standing in there on his phone. Except he’s dressed like WH Guy; not Other Guy.
Nah, I thought to myself, that can’t be him…unless…
Then he looked up and waved at me. It was him.
I have no idea what was going on, because no one tells me anything. But I guess they must’ve needed him in the WH today, for some reason.
Either that, or I accidentally stepped into a portal to the past.
Anyway, he wasn’t there long, few minutes, maybe, and then I lost track of him. But how strange.
I guess. Sometimes when the supervisor isn’t around, the previous one fills in for him. But this wasn’t really the same thing, so I dunno.
Anyway, nice to see him, if only minutarily.
Other than that, it’s been quiet. Mostly.
My leg really hurts. I don’t know why. Just achy. No injury.