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I was taking a shower and even though the water was steaming hot, I was feeling cold. I thought for a moment that the washing machine was on and therefore taking all the hot water, but it all made no sense.
From the bathroom I could see the window that goes into the outside hall and a shadow approaching my front door. After I heard the first knock I cut off the water and towel-dried myself as fast as possible. With the towel wrapped around my waist I went to see who the hell was bothering. I thought for a second that it could be my downstairs neighbor, but when I was about to grab the door knob, someone pushed the door open and stepped inside.
I stepped back in disbelieve; a purse was hanging from my left shoulder and with my right hand I was holding the wet towel to my waist.
A very annoying friend I use to have when I was in high school stepped into my condo and started greeting me and asking me more question than I had answers for. I just kept saying and thinking WTF was that guy doing here. Next thing I know my mom walks into my condo wearing blue jeans and white tennis shoes saying how exited she's to be here and that "we're gona have such a good time."
I remember rolling my eyes and thinking "not again please!".
There's some cars scattered around the lot and I identified the closest one as belonging to one of my co-workers. A dark blue piece of shit car which model and car company might have disappear long ago for a very good reason: that very same ugly car.
I do remember that one of the functions of the car is that it featured a faucet. I walk around it and I see it on one side, I open it and water shots inside the car all over the seats and the dashboard like a sprinkle. I tried to open the car in order to get water for the pickles but I can't. I get upset and open the faucet one more time seeing the water pour all over the inside of the car. I remember thinking "next time don't lock your car, bastard! Happy and wet ride home by the way!".
If I was already late, now I'm very late for the party. I'm still holding the zip lock bag with the pickles and run to my car where there's a small faucet. I drive an old Corvette and the rag top is rolled down. I open the glove compartment and there's a small plastic tube that resembles an IV hose with some sort of faucet at the end. I open the bag and place it right under the small faucet and let the water run.
The water is dirty as hell and I think that now the cocktails are certainly not going to taste any good. Maybe if I give them a seven or an eight count instead of the usual five count of liquor, the alcohol may kill whatever bad flavor or bacteria is in the pickles.
I shut down the glove compartment and turn towards the house, the sky looks blue and its sunny, but I know that is gona rain and I don't know how to operate the car's rag top. I'm extremely late now and I struggle what to do.
From the bathroom I could see the window that goes into the outside hall and a shadow approaching my front door. After I heard the first knock I cut off the water and towel-dried myself as fast as possible. With the towel wrapped around my waist I went to see who the hell was bothering. I thought for a second that it could be my downstairs neighbor, but when I was about to grab the door knob, someone pushed the door open and stepped inside.
I stepped back in disbelieve; a purse was hanging from my left shoulder and with my right hand I was holding the wet towel to my waist.
A very annoying friend I use to have when I was in high school stepped into my condo and started greeting me and asking me more question than I had answers for. I just kept saying and thinking WTF was that guy doing here. Next thing I know my mom walks into my condo wearing blue jeans and white tennis shoes saying how exited she's to be here and that "we're gona have such a good time."
I remember rolling my eyes and thinking "not again please!".
There's some cars scattered around the lot and I identified the closest one as belonging to one of my co-workers. A dark blue piece of shit car which model and car company might have disappear long ago for a very good reason: that very same ugly car.
I do remember that one of the functions of the car is that it featured a faucet. I walk around it and I see it on one side, I open it and water shots inside the car all over the seats and the dashboard like a sprinkle. I tried to open the car in order to get water for the pickles but I can't. I get upset and open the faucet one more time seeing the water pour all over the inside of the car. I remember thinking "next time don't lock your car, bastard! Happy and wet ride home by the way!".
If I was already late, now I'm very late for the party. I'm still holding the zip lock bag with the pickles and run to my car where there's a small faucet. I drive an old Corvette and the rag top is rolled down. I open the glove compartment and there's a small plastic tube that resembles an IV hose with some sort of faucet at the end. I open the bag and place it right under the small faucet and let the water run.
The water is dirty as hell and I think that now the cocktails are certainly not going to taste any good. Maybe if I give them a seven or an eight count instead of the usual five count of liquor, the alcohol may kill whatever bad flavor or bacteria is in the pickles.
I shut down the glove compartment and turn towards the house, the sky looks blue and its sunny, but I know that is gona rain and I don't know how to operate the car's rag top. I'm extremely late now and I struggle what to do.
Jean-Francois was drunk at 5:46 PM
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