Tell Me Your Dreams…
(Scene: Thursday at our girl K’s desk. There are a few fellows working in the office across from her desk, trying to get it ready for one of K’s superiors to move in on Monday. It seems that one of the hard-working gentlemen has taken an interest in K. Let’s listen in.)
S: So, you can sure type fast. I don’t know how you do it.
K: Oh, I used instant messenger a lot in high school. I just got used to typing really fast.
S: Aren’t you a little young to have used instant messenger?
K: Not really…I’m 26.
S: You don’t say…(walks back in to the office to work a bit more)
(K keeps working on her tasks, trying to get everything done so she can fully enjoy her weekend. The gentleman decides to take a small break and make some more conversation…)
S: You’ve got a lot of pictures up on your cabinets, but I don’t see kids in any of them.
K: Oh, I don’t have kids.
S: You got a husband?
K: Um…no…
S: (reading the “inspirational” magnet that K has up on her filing cabinet) If you could do anything without failing, what would you do?
K: (starting to get annoyed and a little creeped out) Uhhhh….I would go big wave surfing in Hawaii.
S: Oh, so you like extreme sports? You go sky diving and snowboarding?
K: No, I’ve never done either.
S: You ever been on a cruise?
K: Nope.
S: Where would you go if you ever went on one?
K: I don’t know…I’d like to see Alaska –
S: (interrupting) I LOVE ALASKA!
K: Or maybe some Pacific islands…
(S wraps up his work but promises to be back the next day to complete things. He does come back, but doesn’t say much; just hovers around, being a little creepy. He stops back again on Monday to finish up a few little things.)
S: Hey K. How are you today?
K: Oh, I’m alright. I’ve got lots of work to do today.
S: Oh yeah?
K: Yes.
S: (not getting the hint) When I was up here on Friday, I noticed you had some pictures on your desk. I decided that I would respect you and not look through them.
K: (making mental note to hide pictures and also make sure her computer is locked at night) Uhhhmmm, oh. Ok. They aren’t really that interesting.
S: Oh.
(S stops back by on Tuesday. No one really knows why…)
S: Hey K. How are you today?
K: I’m good. How are you?
S: Pretty good.
K: That’s good.
S: (Out of left field) I wanted to ask, what color are your eyes? On Friday they looked really blue, but today they look really green. Maybe it’s because you did your make-up a little differently?
K: (confused and befuddled) Well, I can’t really tell you what color they are because they do change between blue and green. Some days they’re blue, and some days they are green. It’s crazy. (almost undetectably sarcastic) I guess they’re blue-green.
S: Ah. Well, they’re really interesting.
K: Thanks…
(After completely freaking K out with his intense attention to detail, S leaves, but doesn’t stay away for long. Wednesday is a new day, and another opportunity to visit. This time, K is ready.)
S: (visiting at another cubical, he notices K walk by.) Hey, K. How you doing?
K: Just fine, thank you!
(After returning to her desk, K grabs her giant coffee cup and hightails it out of the area. There’s one cube that is safer than all others: her dad’s)
K: I swear, he’s stopped by every day!
D: Well. I don’t know what to tell you.
(K’s friend A walks up)
A: (Sarcstically) If you’d just stop being pretty, this wouldn’t happen.
K: (Joking and dramatic. Fist in the air.) DARN THIS FACE AND MY ADDICTION TO BEING NICE TO EVERYONE!
D: Here. Put these on. Maybe he’ll leave you alone if you wear these.
(Dad hands her some coke bottle glasses that even the coolest hipster would avoid)
K: Perfect.
D: If that doesn’t work, we can add a ridiculous hat. There’s also the flarp.
K: Let’s not get crazy just yet.
(To be continued….)
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