Can't touch me!

And YET ANOTHER entry in the continuing A----- saga!!! After I went to the gym at 6, I felt this incredible urge to walk past the concierge desk again. So I invented some silly excuse ("Er, mum! I'm going to the Asian grocer to buy teh terik!") and went down. Then zoooooommeed past the concierge desk. Gee. So I went to the Asian grocer and walked along the aisles in a daze for about 10min. In the end I picked up a random stick of candy just so I wouldn't look stupid. But I had a nice friendly chat with the uncle in the store... so at least it wasn't a wasted trip.

Anway, back to the A----- saga. On the way back up to the lifts, I WAS going to walk past the desk, but then some stupidly brave/ disturbingly stalkerish part of me steered me to the counter.

Me: Hi
A-----: Hey.
Me: Erm, I was just wondering... about your uh, *eyes flick to dry cleaning poster*... dry cleaning rates. (DOH!)
A-----: Yeah, sure. (tears off a "Duds n' Suds" order form)
A-----: Now if you bring it to us before 7.30 you bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt. Bzt bzt bzt? Bzt bzt bzt bzt.
Me: *Stares dreamily*
A-----: Bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt.
Me: (snapping out of stupor) Uh ok, thanks!

Then in a completely dignified manner, I turned around, tripped on the carpet and was sent sprawling across the slippery marble floor. Nice.

Ok, that part about me falling didn't really happen, but it should have! It so should have because I totally deserved it for that lousy performance.

Anyway I should get back to my essay question on A View from the Bridge and write about inappropriate relationships between 17 year old girls and much older men.

Labels: Boys