Negro, Please!

-Tomorrow just so happens to be the first day of the Best Month Ever!
If ya didn't know before, you betta know it now.

So I'm at work. Working.

For reasons I happened to be near the door. Whenever it opens, I glance over. If you were doing my work, you would too. So every once in a while I come face o face with this dude. Whenever this happened, I'd remain about as bored-looking as I must have been, and continued. Working.

This happens multiple times, as he comes in, goes up stairs, comes back down and goes out again. Gave my neck an excuse to turn from my beloved laptop. And the Work.

After I while I notice the dude is mad dogging like I'm a freakin chew toy, I disregard. I ignore. Enough time passes and I forget.

And then.

The Slimy Guy who works upstairs comes down and asks for my yahoo id. I give, he walks outside. Less then five minutes later an IM window pops up. Some Negro talking bout 'hi'.

I was gonna copy and paste, but it was just a dry convo. You know, one of those -Spellchecker, what?- people.

Blabbered something about wanting to be 'friends', after saying he was 44....and I had said I was married....

Then he tripped all over his tongue and attempted to apologize. I took the high road and marked him as Spam.

Would you believe he came into the office yesterday? Sounding every bit as confused as he looked, AND as he types?

Honestly, if you're looking for a quick lay shouldn't you at least open your eyes? Negro, Puullease!
Does anyone feel me? Holla!!

-Here's to my sister who traveled and came back with a couple hats for yours truly. Now I don't have to learn how to Knit! ...for now.