Hooker?

April 18, 2011 - 10pm

I was heading out the door for a pub quiz tonight, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.  I’m on call at the moment, so my work laptop is my constant companion.  If something breaks, the page goes out to me, and I get to fix it ASAP.

Iris (my roommate) saw me heading for the door.

“Where ya goin’?” She asked.

“Hooker.” I replied calmly.

There was a slight pause.

“Where?”

“Hooker.”  Again, completely nonchalant.  I realized as I said it that my backpack, possibly filled with clean clothes or sex toys, added some credence to the comment.

I opened the front door to go.

“I still didn’t hear you.”  She said, from her computer.

“Hooker!” I half-shouted as I stepped out, loud enough for the family next door to hear.

“Did you say ‘hooker?!’”

I closed the door without responding further, and laughed to myself the whole way to my car.

New Old Posts

November 18, 2010 - 9pm

I copied several of my old posts from my blogger account to here.  Note the timestamp before you read anything.  I’m not as depressed or maudlin now.

This sort of thing happens far more often than I think is normal.

November 1, 2010 - 11pm

I was standing on a street corner waiting for the light to change, when I saw what I thought was a young, pretty female coworker standing on the opposite corner wearing skin-tight running clothes. I was wearing my glasses at the time. They have a horribly out of date prescription and tiny cracks in the lenses, so my vision is awful while wearing them. To add to it, we hadn’t been working together very long, so I wasn’t entirely certain it was her.

After she nervously raised a hand to wave, I suddenly realized two things: first, she was indeed my coworker, and second, that I’d been staring at her very intently for the entire duration of the light while trying determine if I knew her. She took off running again the instant the light changed, giving me no chance to explain myself.

She has pointedly avoided eye contact and elevators with me since then.

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