The scene: mailroom at work
Characters: yours truly; Alice, a fabulous blond 40-something woman who fantasizes about the day she’ll teach a course in sarcasm.
Enter GMB. Beginning to sort mail, he mumbles last names to himself as he searches for the correct slots.
GMB (mumbling): Donner, Salmon, Allegheny….
Alice enters.
GMB: Hey, Alice.
Alice: Back from break, I see?
GMB: Yeah. Never long enough, are they?
Alice: You’re sounding a little tired today.
GMB (grabbing his neck): I woke up a little sore this morning. I think I slept on my neck wrong.
Alice (craning in slightly and squinting): I'm sure it felt good to begin with.
GMB: What do you mean?
Alice (teasing): At least I have the excuse of a curling iron burn, GMB. I know a hickey when I see one.
Alice: I’m giving you a makeup lesson as a belated Christmas gift.
7 comments:
Good call Alice,
and may I add... scandalous.
I like Alice...she seems like a spitfire.
That would be something that definitely have me blushing!
@ JC — Judging from your picture, you're too young even to know about hickeys much less to have one to blush over when it was detected.
Considering that picture was taken 25 years ago...trust me, I am certainly old enough to know about hickeys! :)
my professor told me i had a hickey in front of my entire class after my final presentation.
but hey, i got an A.
My husband gets yelled at a lot for this very reason. How hard is it to find a spot that the average t-shirt will cover??
Good one.
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