Well as you may know I sit next to an attention whoring, know-it-all middle child. What you may not know is she has a passive-aggressive middle finger. Two actually. Our relationship dynamic is odd since I’m older and certainly wiser than her, but I function as the over-bearing, demanding, bossy baby of our cubedom. Since she is a power hungry middle child, she uses any chance she can get to treat me like a little sister.
The other day we were razzing each other when her rude fuck-you finger reared it ugly self. Now normally I don’t mind some good middle finger action. In fact, my sister told my niece just to call it Aunt Awesome’s favorite finger instead of referring to it as a middle finger, but I certainly don’t like them being flipped at me for no good reason. I don’t even think she had a reason because she didn’t know she was doing it. There we were talking when she picked up the cup of liquid on her desk wrapping every finger tightly around the cup. All except her middle finger. Clear as day there she was flipping me (ME!) the bird. After a few moments waiting for her to lower her flag, I asked her why she was flipping me off. She swore she wasn’t and switched the cup to the other hand to stare at the offensive finger. Unfortunately the middle finger on her other also refused to grip the cup. Both of her hands wanted to let me know just exactly how she felt about me.
Luckily I was able to hold back the tears.
