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WARNING ~ No sexual material to be found with this piece. If you're in the mood for some sexual arousal look somewhere else.
4:14 pm
“I’ll be their around 7:30”
That’s what the text my girlfriend just sent reads. I along with my other co-workers, wait to take the elevator down to the lobby floor. I shuffle my umbrella underneath my right arm, while attempting to text my girlfriend back with both hands.
“Hey, look at this picture. A friend of mines just posted this up.” Kevin says. What follows is a loud wail from the other co-workers surrounding him. “Tony Romo chokes again..” Kevin reads aloud. He takes a few steps forward and shows me the picture that caused such an uproar with the others.
I see the Dallas Cowboy’s quarterback Tony Romo being administrated the Heimlich maneuver as he chokes; a reference to his consistent floundering when under pressure.
I feel drained. At this point, my mind is on auto-pilot. Floating along the white washed walls, and blue tiled floors of my workplace. My head bobs up in down in acknowledgement of the picture without even thinking. My lips move as I spew out some words. Whatever I said, I can only assume they found it funny.The elevator doors finally creak open. We file inside, squeezing against one another like packed cattle. I stare straight ahead, watching the elevator doors slowly close.
“Hold it for me!” is suddenly screeched. My eyes focus on a woman who hastily walks along the hallway, motioning with her right hand in order to catch our attention. I don’t seem to react at first. I simply stare, watching her inch closer and closer to the slowly closing elevator doors.
“Hey. HOLD.” she repeats. I feel the lights within my head flickering on and off before finally being fully restored. My hands shoot out and press against the ’hold’ button. She slides her body in between the nearly shut doors and positions herself within the group.
“Christ, are you people hearing impaired?” she says with an irritated tone. Releasing the hold button, the elevator begins to rumble and shift. We finally begin our descent down towards the lobby.
“Alright, calm down Marie. We got ya’ didn’t we?” Kevin says, nudging her playfully with his arm.She doesn’t seem all that amused, leering over her shoulder to peak back at Kevin’s flamboyant grin.
She returns her gaze forward.
“A couple of hero’s.” she says with barely a restrained sarcasm. I’ve seen her before. She was introduced a while back in one of our morning huddles. I never really pay any mind during the huddles. We all mostly just clap on cue whenever someone concludes their bullshit speech on things like office etiquette or efficiency. I figure it must’ve been easy to overlook her then. Now however, it’s a whole different story.
When I say she appeared shot up, I mean she appeared shot up. Her eyes looked stabbed and bloodied, like she hadn’t gotten a good nights sleep in ages. She had a short blond pixie haircut, that looked somewhat unkempt with certain strands of her hair veering off in differing directions. Her body was nothing amazing to look at. Slender, and petite, she stood just over 5’7 while wearing her red and white polka dot flat casual shoes. They looked tacky, yet quirky. It seemed to match with her maroon striped skirt and black bow sweater she had on.
“In a hurry to meet a boyfriend?” asks Mark, one of the other guys in the elevator.
There is a notable moment of silence that lingers in the air before Marie finally answers.
“I just want to get home.” she replies with an exhausted halfhearted smile. I didn’t know whether it was the work that had drained her or the people here, but I couldn’t help but feel some level of camaraderie.
Kevin suddenly taps me against the shoulder, pointing down at his phone.
“Murray was beastin’ for the first half. And then the Cowboys stopped the run game for the second half. No logic.” he concludes. I breath in deep, annoyed at having been bothered from my observation of Marie.
“You look like a sports girl Marie. I bet you’re a Pats fan.” Kevin says with a cackling, debilitating laugh.
Marie looks over her shoulders, eying him with increasing contempt.
Kevin, sensing the growing enmity between them adds “Hey, I’m teasing ya’. Like I always do.”
“Yes.” Marie suddenly cuts in. “Like you always do.”
“Charming, right?” Kevin asks, with a cocky smirk.
“Charming?” she says with a pause. “Oh I get it, like adorable and pleasant but different….” she concludes snidely.
I snort loudly, trying to hold back the lump of laughter that had arisen from her snarky remark. I pretend to cough, as she looks over at me before returning her eyes back to the front.
The expression on Kevin’s face is priceless. He seems flustered, unable to think of anything else to say other then respond with an embarrassed
“ What?”The elevator doors suddenly fly open, as another person attempts to hop on. Without a moments hesitation, Marie wiggles herself out from the Elevator.
“I’ll just get out here, and take the stairs to get down…” she says looking back. “A girls gotta exercise.” she says chirpily before walking away.
The elevator once more shifts and sways, carrying us down to the lobby.
“What a fucking bitch. It’s no wonder hardly anyone speaks to her. Next time, let the doors close.” Kevin says, with flaring nostrils.
Hell, next time I owe her a cup of coffee.
I feel the same way BB.
I just noticed HB's name was x'd off too. A wag of the finger to you both!
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There goes Christmas. I'll need a moment to digest this in.
The Batman. I need my superhero's flawed.
Indiana Jones or Lara Croft?
Hulk :
I cry foul! Where is Lover?!
I joined this event with the hope of maybe landing Lover so I could perform an uncomfortable foot massage on him. Now his name has vanished from the list. Boo I say. Booo. You chickened out Lover!
*does chicken imitation*
Allow me to welcome you with the dance of my people!
Enjoy and have fun.
Only explanation is..
Classic movie. I still await the day when today's football matches the zany, over the top football of Starship Troopers.
Two some. Just too much pressure with a threesome! :-X
Mr. Anderson (Matrix) or Terminator T-1000?
Yep. The grind begins.
Next to post just feels meh!
What a nimcompoop!
Lame duck Presidency.
lol, I better shave my head for you Denise. :
Head of State.
suddenly a planet..
As always, love seeing inked girls. Especially voluptuous, seductive ones.
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