I feel compelled to tell you that I am not at the office. I'm not even writing this! I am having a man I barely know dredge a needle through the skin of my forearm, over and over. And, as if that weren't enough, he's dipping the tip of this needle in ink so that even once they've healed the scratches this miscreant is scratching will leave permanent marks. It's rude at best. What's more, I'm paying this highwayman for the privilege of being thus savaged!
