Vic leaned against the wall of Leon’s cubicle. “Did you read the interoffice memo? We’re supposed to dress up for Hallowe’en. What are ya’ gonna be?”
“Hallowe’en confuses me,” lamented Leon.
“What’d ya mean? Hallowe’en’s great.”
Leon gave Vic an astonished look. “Think about it. They have all these sexy costumes for women, right?”
“It’s awful. They dress all sexy, but if you say or do anything about it, I mean anything, and it’s harassment.”
Vic nodded. “PC gone wild.”
“Exactly. I mean, what’s a guy to do? I thought about coming to work as a blind guy. You know, so I can’t see anything, but that’s discrimination too,” said Leon. “It’s quite a pickle,” said Vic.
Leon sighed. “Seems to me, no matter you do, somebody’s gonna get mad. The world is an angry place.”
“The 90s called. They want their saying back,” said Leon.
Vic scowled. “Here I am, feelin’ your pain and you go and run me down.”
“See? Everyone’s mad. Sorry, man.”
“Know what I think? You gotta do what makes your happy. Know what makes me happy?”
“Candy. At Hallowe’en, I get tons of candy. See? Hallowe’en’s great,” said Vic.
Leon chuckled. “Vic, my friend, you are a complicatedly simple man.”
Vic nodded. “True dat.”