The Wholesome Satyr

"God! I HAD to press the 'open door' button instead of the 'Floor 1'...Is that egg-yolk on my t-shirt? My eyes look smudged and bleary. I look gaunt and old. OLD!....Does it look too defensive if I keep my hand folded across my chest?...You know what? I had better keep my hand folded - covers the paunch...I really must start working out again - Oh! This knee! This knee! When will it heal?! She seems cool, rummaging through her handbag the way she is...Act nonchalant, less awkward, relax, my nails! Gosh! I need to trim those. Is she looking at her nails too? Wonder if being here closeted this way is making her a tad nervous. We HAD to stay on the topmost floor! Its crossing Floor 6 now, is it slowing down? Somebody getting in? Clickety-clack, wonder how that sound is made? Limit switches probably - at each floor....Isn't her parking next to mine? Oh no, my car needed a wash three days back!! What happened to her? Remember she had got that hair-do - plethora of ringlets - she looked ravishing!...its gone back to the original thatch now, hasn't it? Here finally *phew*....will stand aside and let her pass...at least she will recognise that I have noticed she was in here with me....."

When you are sharing the lift with your very attractive neighbour, all that is wrong with your life crawls out and falls fifteen stories with you.

"I wonder if she is Spanish. Hmm...."

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# posted by The Wholesome Satyr @ 7:07 pm