Flirting or Forgetful?
Her, coming closer: “You look so familiar to me.”
Me, looking up and slightly to the left: “Is it because I smell like Bugels?”
Her, speaking very slowly and narrowing her eyes: “I don’t think so.”
Me, tapping my lips with my finger: “Is it because I was just thinking of bubbles, tiny bubbles?”
Her, mouth agape: “…”
Me, lips pursed and looking about: “Is it because my hands are as soft as a baby’s bottom despite all the hard grueling work I dooooooo… on the computer?”
Her, arms akimbo, biting her lower lip, scowling, and tapping her foot: “No.”
Me, hitting the nail on the head: “Is it because I was supposed to do something for you hours ago and instead spent all afternoon reading comic books?”
Her, returning from whence she came: “Bingo, supeRmaRk! Now go take the trash up, up and away.”