It was last Friday morning when I was making my rounds around the office, dropping letters into people's lockers. It was then I spotted a printed note stuck on the front of one of the lockers.
Being ever curious, I went to have a closer look but was overcome by the smell of something most pungent and vile. It was then I noticed a pair of smelly underwear jammed into the slot of the locker. I stood at a safe distance and began reading the attached note. It was a messy, unpunctuated wall-of-text. I didn't stick around too long for fear of people seeing me (and there's that smell). I only got the gist of it but it went something like...
"Dear XXX, here is the underwear of the man you slept with. You are such a slut for sleeping with a married man during the school holidays. You cheat peoples' feelings so that they will buy your policies and allow you to hit your quota. I don't want to be your scapegoat any longer.
PS: Don't bother turning off your phone when you are having sex. I know everything."
It sounded like it was from an angry lover. I always thought such things only happened in TV dramas. I thought normal people would try to hide their dark (and smelly) secrets. I would have snapped a picture but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself and quietly went away.
The smelly underwear was gone after I came back from lunch. Thank goodness. I wonder who else saw the note that day. haha.
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