Thursday, October 13, 2016

#2 This Is Living?

"Welcome to Empire Offices. 3rd floors where we're headed next!" Hal told the Southern Living reporter. Hal was stopped by the reporter earlier that day as he was walking out of the Victorian. The reporter was a short tubby man who wore glasses that contained almost 1 inch thick lenses. Although Hal was only an inch or two below 6 feet, the reporter barely stood above Hal's briefcase.
        The two men got on the elevator and went up to the 3rd floor. "ahhh a chess shop?" the reporter asked. "Telemarketing. We're currently selling chessboards" Hal replied,
Hals small cubical was a mirage of organization in a desert of clutter. Hal sat down and removed his laptop from his briefcase, along with a thick stack of stapled sheets of paper containing thousands of phone numbers. Before the reporter could continue his interview with Hal, a loud raspy voice shot through the air "What are you doing here! Hal we've got work to do!" This was the voice of an old man who went by "Coach". Coach had been working telemarketing at Empire Offices ever since the telephone was invented, which helped him rise to manager status.
        As the elevator closed and the little reporter from Southern Living descended back down to the street, Coach looked at Hal and with a nice tone said "Come into my office, I need to show you something,"




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  2. I shudder at the memory and reach for the bottle as I see someone else reaching for it too. I look up to see a man in a navy blue work suit, he's tall around 6 feet if I had to guess. He flashes a bright white smile and then apologizes saying I can have the water bottle. I think damn right I can have this water bottle especially with what I've been through the past 2 days. But of course I don't say this. I'm almost lost in his beautiful smile, and have to think fast because now I've waited way too long to respond to him, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Oh no it's fine why don't we split the cost and share it." To which he responds, "Are you sure? If you want then thanks!" So we walk up to the cash register side by side my hands are shaking, like they do when I get really nervous. I don't know why I was freaking out so much it's like I was in middle school again and didn't have the capacity to even speak to a boy. I'm a grown woman this shouldn't be so hard, but I am sleep deprived, so I'll blame it on that. He takes the gallon jug from my hand and then pays for all of it even though I told him we could split the cost, but I didn't complain free water right? We leave the store and he tells me we should go check out Rainbow River. He had been to two more stores before this and was pretty sure we got the last bottled water in the city. On the way I tell him my situation, about losing my keys, and sleeping on the park bench. He chuckles a little, but then tries to hold back his laughter. I tell him it's fine, and being hysterically laughing which turns into tears. So here I am crying my eyes out, I'm sure he feels very uncomfortable but I can't stop. I'm still laughing but tears are flowing down my face like a rushing waterfall. He starts to laugh harder and doesn't seem to mind my tears. He apologizes for laughing and hands me the ascot out of his navy blue suit to use as a tissue. I realized then that I had yet to even get his name so I introduce myself, and he tells me his name, "Hal South."

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  3. I shudder at the memory and reach for the bottle as I see someone else reaching for it too. I look up to see a man in a navy blue work suit, he's tall around 6 feet if I had to guess. He flashes a bright white smile and then apologizes saying I can have the water bottle. I think damn right I can have this water bottle especially with what I've been through the past 2 days. But of course I don't say this. I'm almost lost in his beautiful smile, and have to think fast because now I've waited way too long to respond to him, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "Oh no it's fine why don't we split the cost and share it." To which he responds, "Are you sure? If you want then thanks!" So we walk up to the cash register side by side my hands are shaking, like they do when I get really nervous. I don't know why I was freaking out so much it's like I was in middle school again and didn't have the capacity to even speak to a boy. I'm a grown woman this shouldn't be so hard, but I am sleep deprived, so I'll blame it on that. He takes the gallon jug from my hand and then pays for all of it even though I told him we could split the cost, but I didn't complain free water right? We leave the store and he tells me we should go check out Rainbow River. He had been to two more stores before this and was pretty sure we got the last bottled water in the city. On the way I tell him my situation, about losing my keys, and sleeping on the park bench. He chuckles a little, but then tries to hold back his laughter. I tell him it's fine, and being hysterically laughing which turns into tears. So here I am crying my eyes out, I'm sure he feels very uncomfortable but I can't stop. I'm still laughing but tears are flowing down my face like a rushing waterfall. He starts to laugh harder and doesn't seem to mind my tears. He apologizes for laughing and hands me the ascot out of his navy blue suit to use as a tissue. I realized then that I had yet to even get his name so I introduce myself, and he tells me his name, "Hal South."

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