Ghost stories...

It's full moon today. And it's Thursday. I'm not scared of many things, but I've never liked the full moon. It freaks me out. Anyhow, that's not the point. I met an acquaintance outside of work today. Well, it's her work now, she's the one who took over when I left. I'd just been there briefly today, and yeah... like I just wrote, I met her outside. This person is the butchest woman I know (which actually says a lot), she's about half as tall as I am, and twice as fat. She was talking about a scary film she'd seen yesterday and I politely told her to shut up as I was just about to walk home in the moonlight. We were talking about ghosts and how her (formerly my) workplace is most positively haunted. No wonder really. It was nice chatting to her anyway, even though she is the only person in the universe who makes me feel like a well-mannered prudish uptight goody-two-shoes.