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Monday, December 03, 2007I think I'll take the stairs from now on I stepped into the elevator and caught the tail end of a conversation my neighbor was having on her cell phone with her son. She looked really annoyed and sounded really exasperated. Woman: It’s your son, he's hungry. He wants pizza. Man: Pizza? Is there any in the house? Woman: No and heaven forbid he should make himself something to eat. Heaven forbid he should actually look in the fridge and pull something out to cook because he's hungry. Heaven forbid I not be there to feed him. Twenty –eight years old and he’s helpless. The husband started chuckling but the wife seemed to find no humor in the situation. Woman: Don’t laugh he actually had the nerve to ask me to pick him up a slice while we’re out. Lazy bastard can’t even walk up the block to get himself something to eat. I swear, that boy needs a woman. The husband didn’t say anything to her instead he just smiled. A heartbeat went by before she turned to look at me. I mean really look at me. She looked me up and down even looked at me from behind like she was checking me out to see what I was working with. I’m surprised she didn’t ask to check out my teeth. Satisfied with what she saw she addressed me… Woman: Hey how old are you now? Mia: 24 Woman: Would you like to meet my son? He’s 28 and really handsome. Mia: No. Woman: Do you have a boy friend? Mia: I’m engaged. Woman: He is really handsome. Mia: So is my boyfriend. Woman: Really handsome. Her husband then decided to speak up… Man: You know you can meet him and see if he’s your type. No harm in meeting him. Mia: Like I said I’m engaged. Man: You sure you’re not interested? Mia: Na I don’t think my boyfriend is into the polyamorous life style but thank you anyway. I don't know what's going on with me and elevators lately. I think I'll take the stairs from now on. Labels: elevator, polyamorous  @
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