Spiderpig wrote:
Since I was last moved, I sit at “work” (it feels deeply wrong to use that word, but whatever) almost in front of a haughty hottie I know essentially nothing about, nor do I really wish to, with a glass in the middle. My only interaction with her so far was more than a year ago, when we all walked to the top of a nearby hill. She apparently noticed something off about me when I walked past her, because she felt the need to make a loud derogatory remark, explicitly about me and definitely intended to be heard by me, but, as usual, addressed to someone else.
The good news? Well, I’ve paid basically zero attention to her so far, so I’m ahead in the who-pays-less-attention-to-whom game
I'm gonna have to withdraw my tiny contribution to this thread. Today, I ran into the haughty hottie when I went for hot water to make a litre of tea. She was talking peppily with a co-worker, probably trash-talking someone, but I didn't pay enough attention to be sure.
The thing is, I'd put a tea bag in the neck of the bottle, hoping it'd be easily washed down by the water, since I couldn't push it farther in without rubbing it and the inside of the bottle too much for comfort with my inevitably dirty fingers. Having forgotten about this minor complication by the time I got to the machine, I began to pour a mighty stream of hot water into the bottle, only to fill immediately the small volume at the top of the neck and have it spill to the floor, cooking my fingers on the way down. I let out a thinly muffled curse, still loud and sudden enough to startle the haughty hottie, who turned her head in a split second to see the mess I was making, and her companion. I apologized quietly like a moron, cleaned the floor and the machine with some paper and got the hell outta there.
I guess she's finally ahead, for good.
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