I think people must be ultra polite or maybe they're just scared. No one mentions it when I'm randomly laughing about things at work. Maybe they're just afraid I'll share with them? Who knows.
I think I must smile more than I think I do. Or I'm good at plastering a close semblance. Either that or they're laughing at the short kid. Could be any of those. People tend to smile at me. Perhaps they're just laughing because I'm serving them coffee.
It's the highlight of my evening when drunk men come in to ask me for sex. There's just something attractive and stimulating about the Dunkins uniform. I can see why they'd want me. I smell like burned coffee and anger. Who wouldn't?
This all makes me think of the Serta sheep. You know the one that people don't count because they have new Serta mattresses? I can count mine. I have one. How many people can say that??? Ha.
Random thought for the moment: hypoallergenic pesticides.
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MMM burnt coffe and anger, hubba hubba hubba. It does have a nice ring to it. An epic tale of woe and angst under the pink and orange lights, with an exastential hero(ines) journey played out in the metaphorical-metaphysical untertones.
ReplyDeleteDude I have no idea what the thing would be like but based on burnt coffe and anger I'd watch/read it.
But remind me to tell you next time we get together about mine own encounter with the naked in my world.