I’m a Putz (The Fisherman, Part III)
As I am unable to find employment anywhere in my area, I still “work” at the local Red Cross chapter. Well, today I noticed a very pretty new girl working there (as opposed to the very pretty girl who I had longed for previously).We worked in seperate rooms making phone calls, so we didn’t talk at all.
Whilst washing the dishes, I happened to spill a bit of water all over the front of my pants. Being slightly awkward about this, when New Girl came out into the front room to wait for her mother to pick her up (weird…but I’m sure she’s at least in High School…must be…) I went on making phone calls as if she weren’t there. This act was made even more dickish by the fact that I kind of got the feeling that she was waiting for me to say something.
P.S. This is Part 3 because one of the articles I have in queue was conceptualized before this, but I felt like writing this first because it happened today.
P.P.S. I almost lept ship to Blogger today, but realized it wasn’t worth it only slightly after creating a now-empty account. At least this lets me use paragraphs like an adult.
P.P.P.S. Edited to add: This doesn’t show paragraphs. Dammit.