Nov 02, 2007 11:01
Yesterday there was a slow moment to read a magazine in at work. It's been three weeks since that was possible. Ten hour days, no days off, and the car's been at the garage with its guts pulled out; my ass is tiny. Halloween night: I did manage to drag my retail-riddled corpse out for some sushi and alcohol. A zombie octopus tentacle undulated happily in a pool of smirnoff as I biked home.
The phenomenon of romantic overtures occurring when you're at your busiest and most incapacitated held true. Most were fleeting and annoying (older male customers using my compulsory wearing of a name tag to be extra creepy in a 'can-you-zip-this-up?' situation). But there is one who is....well....different.
There are red flags. Could I expect be attracted someone without a few red flags?
Emotions will be rationed and eyes will be kept open.
I wish I could say: "I am losing my warmth and replacing it with wisdom.". But the bitch will never kill the hippie. The hippie is like strawberry jam. It cannot be stabbed or strangled. Unfortunately, it attracts greedy wasps, but let's hope they get their feet stuck in it and die. :)
Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a car to collect and a mechanic to give all my money to.