I shook my head wearily. This was without doubt the worst thing ever. Someone may say "You're being over dramatic.", but I'm not.
You know when you hear a song, and it get's stuck in your head?
Annoying, right?
Well, take that annoyance, crank it up 50, and that's what you get when Shawn gets a song stuck in his head.
Because when he gets a song stuck in his head, he then feels obligated to share it with the world (or whoever is in the same room) by singing it over and over practically non-stop until it's out of his head.
So here I am. Sitting in the Psych office trying to ignore my tone-deaf friend's rendition of "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts".
So I do what any rational person would do. I head for the one place Shawn can't follow me.
The bathroom.
"Gus, where are you going?" Shawn said, following me.
"To the bathroom." I said, desperately hoping he wouldn't question further.
"But you don't even have to go." Shawn said.
"Okay, I know you're a good detective and all, but that's just creepy." I said, then turned and walked into the bathroom and much to my dismay Shawn followed me in.
"Gus, what did I do?!" Shawn asked.
"You have been driving me crazy all day, and I've had it Shawn!" I said, and tried to get past him, but he blocked me. So all I managed to do is knock Shawn into the door…very hard.
The door slammed shut, and there was a small 'clink' sound on the other side, like a small metal object falling on the floor.
Kind of like a doorknob.
The only two words I could think of were "Oh snap."
To be continued…
