Gena
Fruity as a nutcake, Gena never has anything good to say. Ask her how she's doing and she tersely replies, "You don't want to know."
Her appearance is sloppy. She wears the same pants, socks and shoes everyday. Her tops include bits of yesterday’s meal.
She accuses everyone of stealing from her apartment. In particular, she accuses her housekeeper and members of management.
In addition, of all things, she prefers sitting by the noise of the dishwashing room at every meal. Even then, she does not clap when a server drops a full tray of dishes to the floor.
Regardless, her professional counselor daughter comes regularly to visit even though she cannot get her mother take her medications.
Love is a faithful thing.
AsA
Because I am a man, there is no need to ask me what I'm thinking about. The answer is always either sex, football or NOTHING. Yes, a measurable percentage of the time we are thinking about NOTHING. We have to make up something when you ask.
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