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Could I possibly be more daft?
Oct. 27th, 2004 03:25 pmOkay, so starting several weeks ago a tenant, J., started bringing me a muffin/breakfast treat and a cup of coffee on a very regular basis. That could have been for different reasons, the top two being 1) he's nice and 2) he was trying to woo me (which worked! What's not to love about a man who supplies coffee and baked goods?).
*Today*, J. comes to the desk and asks me to fax something for him. While I'm doing that, we strike up a conversation. Normal stuff like how we're both really, really, really, reallllllly hoping that wanker Bush gets ousted. J. leans over the counter a little and asks if I am watching the World Series. He adds a slight lilt to the end, as if he's hopeful.
What do I say? "Uck, no! I think baseball is boring!"
And thus shutting *that* door on the poor guy.
Of course, it's all presumption on my part...yes. That's how I'm going to look at that. It couldn't possibly be that I'm so clueless to what's right before my face...
*Today*, J. comes to the desk and asks me to fax something for him. While I'm doing that, we strike up a conversation. Normal stuff like how we're both really, really, really, reallllllly hoping that wanker Bush gets ousted. J. leans over the counter a little and asks if I am watching the World Series. He adds a slight lilt to the end, as if he's hopeful.
What do I say? "Uck, no! I think baseball is boring!"
And thus shutting *that* door on the poor guy.
Of course, it's all presumption on my part...yes. That's how I'm going to look at that. It couldn't possibly be that I'm so clueless to what's right before my face...
