Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Story Time

I can't believe I keep forgetting to post this story! Actually, I have 2 stories. OK, so 1 story and a random thought:

1) The random thought - sometimes you catch people at their worst simply by accident. I was walking through the cube farm last week and as I walked past an unnamed person's desk, they had just finished blowing their nose and were inspecting whatever landed in the tissue. SHHH, coworkers! There will not be any disgusting, er, DISCUSSING this at work!

2) So my wife was out of town LAST last weekend. I get a little weird when she is gone - I never really know what day or time it is and I'm a little off. Normally I stay up until about 2AM watching nothing on TV. Anyway, I was so loopy that I decided to clean the house at 9:30 on Sunday night. Also, we have a trash can on our front patio for, um, stinky stuff. I was emptying the vacuum cleaner out there and didn't quite close the front door all the way. I went into the kitchen to get a new bag for the trash can when I heard someone knock on the door. I'm thinking it's my niece, who likes to come over to use our high-speed Internet connection, so I said, "Come in." Nobody came in and the dog was bounding up and down at the door. So, I went to the door, crouching down holding puppy, and opened the door. A woman in her mid/late-20's stood there in black dress pants, a black blouse that had been Bedazzled something fierce, and an ugly light blue jacket. She had long black hair and enough perfume on to choke a camel. She said, "Oh - is your dog friendly?" I said, "Yes." She replied, "OK, good." (Very long awkward pause.) I finally said, "Can I help you?" She asked if I was Steve, and I said no. She said, "Oh, well they told me apartment 104 so..." I told her there were many buildings with the same apartment number in them and asked if she knew which building. She basically said never mind and thanks and walked off. I closed the door, looked at my dog and said, "I think that was a whore!" Seriously, who would randomly be going to an apartment to meet a guy they don't know at all, and saying "they told me" where this guy was supposed to be waiting for her on a Sunday night? Hookers in Greenwood Village, Colorado. Go figure!

2 comments:

Derek Knight said...

"...to which the dog replied 'I believe the proper terminology is 'prostitute' or, if you prefer a more discreet term, 'escort.' Dude, seriously, I'm telling mom..."

Heather said...

Steve was probably wondering where the heck the entertainment was.

Everything you ever wanted to know about Pat Angello - sorry!