As I was approaching the combination door, I started thinking, "what if *she* walks around the corner right now." Then I started imagining her, actually imagining more than the eye can see... Then, I heard a door behind me, and wondered if instead she was approaching from there. "No, can't be." So I start fumbling with the door keypad, forgetting once again that they've changed the combination, after having entered a couple numbers. Just then, she walks up. I tell her I know I've entered it wrong (and I do nothing about it.) So, suddenly, she grabs the lever, slams it down. "You have to do this!" Then, she pulls up her blouse sleeve, looks at the number on her arm, and quickly punches in the number, letting both of us in with a smile.
posted by Matthew at 10/05/2005 01:45:00 PM

 
Don't know that I've ever been more generally relaxed in my life.
posted by Matthew at 10/02/2005 01:28:00 AM

 
She gently kissed my hand... She had been the girl I had always
gone to see, when someone that I cared for, had been untrue to
me.

George Jones - Second Handed Flowers
posted by Matthew at 10/02/2005 01:27:00 AM