I STEPPED INTO THE ELEVATOR behind a young woman in her late 20s. I was listening to my iPod, which generally means "Do not talk to me, this is my Britney time," but because she'd held the door for me while I checked my mailbox, I nodded and said, "Thanks."
"You a lawyer? You look like a lawyer," she said, looking at the tie I was wearing.
I laughed. "Nope, sorry. I'm a student."
"Yeah? For what?"
"Business."
"That's nice," she said, approvingly. "You can be my accountant when I'm a millionaire. I'ma make a record. I know you won't cheat me 'cause you from the hood."
I smiled and promised I never would. The doors opened on her floor and she stepped into the hallway.
She turned around. "You got a girlfriend?"
I laughed. "No."
"You need one? It's Chermelli. I'm a model too," she said, running her hand down her hair and bouncing her ass out a bit.
"Nice to meet you," I said, sticking my hand out.
"Nice to meet you too, baby!" she said, taking it.
Chris Recites Britney Spears
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2 comments:
Ah for the simpler elevator convos of:
"Oh, you got wine. Do you know what's coming out this weekend?"
I hope it's you
"The fall's Nouveau Beaujolais!"
must shield my disappointment
OMG I had totally forgotten about that!!
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