So, P.H. reckons she might have to start calling the Hypochondriac a new name – and that name is Klepto.
The Hypochondriac went to a training session last week and came back LOADED with confiscated tea bags. Not just one or two. More than ten. When questioned by P.H., she tried to convince the office that the tea would ‘just go to waste.’
The HypoKlepto had another training session today and, naturally, has brought back even more.
The ironic thing? P.H. has never seen the Hypochondriac ever drink tea. Once.