L is upstairs cleaning the one of the bedrooms, the phone rings. Lucky for her, she brought the cordless with her upstairs, as she just finished chatting with the Boss-man.
Good little L, that multi-tasker. (Someone ought to give her a raise!)
"Good Afterno--" she gets cut off, and there is no one on the other end.
She makes her way downstairs. Mid-flight, the phone rings again.
"Good Afternoon, Tanning Salon on the West Side," she says as she rounds the corner.
There leaning over the front desk, waiting, is a gentleman. This particular gentleman was on his cell phone. Normally, that would be fine but then the man sees L, flips his cell closed, and replies, "Oh. There you are."
Really? You really just called me from the front desk? Twice? And actually hung up on me the first time? I wasn't gone for more than two minutes and you certainly did not pull into the parking lot before I went upstairs. Excuse me, sir, for not being here, ready to wait on you when you needed it. Didn't realize your tan was that important.2
L glared at him, her inside thoughts clearly making it known through the stare, and politely asked him his last name, and tanned him.
Out of sight out of mind.
1. A Godsend!
2. And, he wasn't even a guido!
3. Belongings being Outlines and Dolce glasses, trying to study here!!
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