She showed me her new tattoo today
Way below the waist line
Something written about family
inked with tasteful penmanship
It was like handing me a playboy, and asking me to enjoy the articles
I have no idea what the fuck it read
She showed me her new tattoo today
Way below the waist line
Something written about family
inked with tasteful penmanship
It was like handing me a playboy, and asking me to enjoy the articles
I have no idea what the fuck it read
I watched her today, quiet quick determination. A simple task really, refill the straws. Sounds easy enough but with a line of customers stretching to the front door every second counts. Dirty looks and snide remarks are the norm as it is for her, patience for a well made coffee drink has long ago vanished. I want it now is the entitled expectation these days.
Located on the top shelf and out of reach without a step latter, I’m captivated and mesmerized watching as she stretches her body like the fantastic four rubber man, her toes delicately balanced on their very tips, her legs tight and locked, arms outstretched further then should be aloud, pony tail touching the small of her back, her nimble fingers reaching through the grate of the top shelf. Flick, flick, flick, edging closer to the front of the shelf. Got it. Mission accomplished, on to the next immediate task at hand.