Page 9 of How to Deal

“It’s a genius plan. I can make him just as miserable and then maybe he’ll leave me alone.”

Where do I begin?

He already annoys the fuck out of me on a daily, hell an hourly, basis. I need to dream up something epic to mess with him so he will stop asking me out.

And then, like a lightning bolt scattering across the sky, it seems so obvious. Craigslist ads. I could post more and make his life miserable.

Now there’s an idea.

Setting Oliver down, I scramble to my computer, and immediately I get online and make a post that his car is for sale. I leave his cell number I stole from our employee files the other day. I knew it’d come in handy someday.

After this one, I’ll wait a few days and post another ad for someone looking to hire a pool boy, then another one wanting to adopt cats because why wouldn’t he want to be surrounded by pussy all the time?

You may think I’m crazy, and that’s debatable at this point, but if you ask me, I’m a motherfucking genius is what I am.

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