Oh, how happy I was when the clock struck 5 this evening. Yes, oh yes, it’s officially the weekend. What ever will I do with myself? A funny little anecdote, however…I was leaving work and I hopped on the elevator, which is pretty unusual since I usually take the stairs. I don’t know, I feel [...]
Oh, how happy I was when the clock struck 5 this evening. Yes, oh yes, it’s officially the weekend. What ever will I do with myself?
A funny little anecdote, however…I was leaving work and I hopped on the elevator, which is pretty unusual since I usually take the stairs. I don’t know, I feel like I’ve accomplished so much more when I hike up and down the three flights of stairs…but that’s another story. So anyway, I get on the box and there is a girl already in there coming down from the higher floors. She looks strangely like my ex-girlfriend: same brown, lifeless hair, some petite body structure. If I didn’t know better, I would pretty much say that it was her. But the real her lives in Oregon, so it can’t be her. But wait, it gets better, people…she walks like her too…in these humungous platform style flip flops that look like she took two big barges and strapped them to her feet.
So far, she is totally my ex. I mean, if it looks like a duck…
But here is the piece of resistance…she’s on her portable telephonic unit, clutched tight in her right hand and pressed so close to her head as if doing so would make the conversation she was having “more private.” She’s talking to someone I can only guess is her boyfriend, because she’s chewing him out for something and trying to be discrete about the fact that she’s going off on him.
So yes, that’s pretty much her. Down to the very disagreable demeanor I know all too well. I really feel for the poor sap on the other end of that phone. I was him once long ago…I feel his pain. I know his strife. I’ve had that very same conversation.
And so ends my little tale about water fowl.
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**I realize that my prose, although witty in nature, may be a bit confusing. Allow me to clarify that the girl in the elevator was not in fact my ex-girlfriend, but a cheap imitation. Although, the original isn’t all that “expensive” either, if you get my drift. And I think you do.