It was anguishing to see Jim so uncomfortable with this woman trying and failing so badly.
Kathy (to Jim): ”Oh my God! What are you thinking? I know you’re married; I sat at your wife’s desk. How little do you think of me?”
Very, very little, Kathy. Very little.
Thank Dwight for being so dedicated to preventing bedbugs from returning to Schrute Farms.
She is such a smug bedbug. GTFO.