(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.)
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.)
THE END
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