A Short Story by Pierre Vatanapradit
The other day i journey-ed to nearby Bay Terrace Shopping Center to catch up on my Magazine reading at Barnes&Noble, pick up some great homestyle cooking from Boston Market, and maybe "fall into the Gap". Browsing through this season's fashions and trends found ONLY at the Gap at expensive-yet-affordable prices, I stumbled across a pair of khakis that i fancied ("liked"- for those who are uneducated in British-slang. Oh yes, i'm cultured haha) Anyways, before dropping 40 bucks on a pair of pants, i decided to try them on. I enterd the fitting room area and found nobody there to give me one of those numbered tags representing how many articles of clothing i was trying on. Are those tags really necessary? Regardless, before this story becomes long, i found a room whose door was slightly ajar (the only time a door isn't a door, but a JAR..ha!!) and knocked just incase anybody was inside. Nobody was there so i went in, changed, and walked out to the three large mirrors that allow you to look at yourself from every angle. Satisfied with the pants, i walked back to my fitting room and found the door closed. Then i thought to myself, "Hmm, i don't remember closing the door behind me. Ah whatever....". I opened the door and there's a woman, standing with her arms behind her back in a "taking off my bra" position. We both say "OH MY GOODNESS I"M SORRY" at exactly the same time, I close the door, and she says, "I'm sorry is this your room?? I thought it was empty." At that comment i automatically looked to see if i had accidentally went to the wrong room, but all the other doors were locked. She walks out, apologizes once again, and i go into the room to find my shorts and shirt lying there on the side, solidifying the fact that it was indeed my own room. "I thought it was empty"??? My SHORTS and SHIRT were right there!! And for the record, she was NOT HOT. oh wells...
The End
posted by pierre 12:30 AM
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