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Oh, mah gawd, y'all, I totally went outside to use the payphone, and when I was comin' back, I hit the top of the second floor stairs, and one of the neighbors was comin' down the 3 little stairs that lead from the "upper" hall on the right to the landing hall on the left, and he weren't wearin' nothin' but his boots and underwear, y'all. I'm not kidding. It was totally hilarious, because I guess he didn't expect to meet up with anybody, coz he totally froze in mid-stride, and there I am, coming up the stairs with my bright yellow Tour de France umbrella (on accounta it bein' rainin' and all), and my little red & white checked baseball cap, and all the man has on is a pair of black lace-up boots, black socks, and black bikini underwear, like speedos. And I register all of this at the same time I register he has just frozen there, and my expression didn't change in the slightest. I didn't even blink. I just said bonjour and kept on by, rounding the corner across the landing and heading up to the 3rd floor (which is actually the 4th floor, but you don't count the ground floor here; so when I talk about climbing all the stairs to my apartment, what I'm telling you people is, I live on the 5th floor and I climb that every day on steep, circular stairs), and he said bonjour and continued down the hall to wherever in hell it is he was going. I should add that he was about 60 years old, so I'm sure he would rather I not have caught him walking around in little more than his Buster Browns, but at least he was color coordinated, and I managed to keep my chuckles to myself until I got inside my apartment, 2 floors up. :) Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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