So, here she was at Manuel’s, her usual fifteen minutes early. A quick glance to make sure the lipstick line was still straight. Satisfied, the compact disappeared into the leather purse. Kari hadn’t been this nervous meeting anyone in quite a long time. But then, it had been at least 20 years since she had been on a blind date. What will he look like? All Mary told her was he was a bachelor with a paying job and no kids. Nothing about how old, or whether he was a slob or a crackhead. Not even the guy’s name. Only that she thought Kari would enjoy his company. Just be at there at 5:30. Sipping on her gimlet, it seemed like she had never left. The Musak was mostly Sinatra and the political types still hung to their tables like they were still in high school. Tony, the manager, gave her a peck when he saw her and said she could come back to work any time. No. She’d had enough of slinging swill and dealing with the obnoxious, of stepping over the hoo
In the end we're only sheeple....or is that lab rats...
ReplyDeleteWe all missed the starting gun.
Deletehehe Very powerful statement in a wonderfully satirical write!
ReplyDeleteDave the blue one
This is awesome! :)
ReplyDeleteAh...clever I like it!
ReplyDeleteI hope your labyrinths align themselves and gives you a chance to eat your Milky Way!
ReplyDelete8 points Earthling! :)
Marvin
I'm hoping so.
Deleteglad I no longer have to fight the cubilcle wars
ReplyDeleteWell, neither do I. (I left my job today)
DeleteYou quit???
ReplyDeleteIt was mutual. A long story where a lot of things went wrong and all my actions made the situation worse.
DeleteAre you going to be alright? I am concerned
DeleteMarvin
Oh, I should be. Glad to get out of there.
Deleteloved it... very clever and funny too ... quite brilliant Christopher ....
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