Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Baby's Feet (a short play of embarrassment)

(Setting: Pilates Class. Wednesday Morning. An Elderly Woman walks up to me.)

WOMAN: You have beautiful feet

ME: ....hhhhhthanks.

WOMAN: They're like a baby's feet.

ME: (*welp, that unsolicited 'compliment' is gonna burn*)....mmmm...

WOMAN: So smooth...

ME: (*Doors opening. Basement floor: Hell*)...ah....

WOMAN: Beautiful

ME: (*what man doesn't like their body being compared to a baby's?!*)...

(Me dies. Slowly. Lights fade.)


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