The usual hustle-bustle consumes the office while I dedicatedly stare at the screen. The words will come. Only it seems a tad harder today. (And I claim to be a writer)
Blossoming laughter hits my face, urging me to pluck my eyes off the screen. Must. Not. Get. Distracted.
Someone is trying to strum a tune. No, don't rape it please. It is one of my favorites, y'know.
The chatter reaches a crescendo. And then the girl dressed in formals barks a loud Shuush. What follows is a lull. And then a flood of hysterical laughter.
Yes. Advertising agencies are no less than mental asylums.
1 comment:
hahahahahaha!:)
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