Pink Slipped

Quit my job today. didn't get the satisfaction of going through the motions as I did planning about it the past few months. Empty, really. Cliche, I know, but it's like,"That's it?", no fireworks, only a pink slip party next week.

Escorted Home

No fromage tonight monsieur, only zee roast beef.



"Come here often?" she asked with a smile.
"Never in this particlular room," I quipped.
Thick Eastern European accent, I guessed Slovak.
"Bah!" she spat. "RRRRRRomanian", as if rolling her tongue to reinforce the fact.
"Could be worse, at least you're not American"
She didn't like like the picture on the website at all, no matter how hard I tried to force the two faces together. The only thing they had in common was a name, even the height and age didn't fit properly.I'd been had by a gypsy clone and I was in the room of all of one minute.

Still the accent was attractive nonetheless, and since I had already bought the ticket might as well watch the movie.

"Yoove beeen trinking, no"? she querried.
"Heavily", I responded. I don't think the Viagra I took was working yet, but it the blood rush was already evident in my face, along with the gin blossoms combined to make my face look like a sunburnt Navajo.