Of all the things I thought might happen Monday, being attacked by a Bat while walking through the halls at work was not one of them.
And by "bat" I do mean a flying rabid rat.
I had just gotten done taking a break between getting orders for next week sorted out and a fisting of a catering that had come up on short-notice, and as I was walking back to the main kitchen the bat just flew at me and hit me in the chest. At this point I'd like to tell you I was all man, taking care of the problem without flinching –and I can proudly say I didn't shriek or yelp- but it was probably more like Norm MacDonald getting hit with that pen on SNL. A flailing of the arms and a loud "what the fuck!?!" was about all I could muster. Ah, manly.
Our exec came out with a broom and in true-form smacked it around very comically until it was dead. So yeah, that was my Monday.