Still going to school.

I see her in the hallway, rather well put together. On first glance if I was old and my standards were lower I may have dated her. BUT I KNOW WHAT LIES BARELY UNDERNEATH!

"So are you going to school?"

"Yes, I got 83 percent!"

"Good job!"

"I'm going to come work at YOUR office."

"Okay."

"Do you know who the HR uhm the person in uhhhh the HR person is?"

"No I don't really, it changes all the time."

"Okay, because I'll work FREE for two months. I need to do my practicum, that's eight months."

"Alright, good luck!"

There were some other mutterings on the way down, I wasn't really paying attention though.

Suprisingly enough, she hasn't been licking her lips this entire conversation and the sores on her face have healed up. Perhaps she kicked the meth? I'm sure I'll find out that she had some debilitating disease and feel terrible about this whole thing.

I wonder who buzzed me?

I'm walking into the elevator and I see her husband at the front door, buzzing to get up. I don't think anything of it.

I go upstairs and she's in a huff coming towards the elevator, frothing at the mouth.

"Someone buzzed me, I wonder who it is. I wonder if it's a suprise! I wonder who it is. I don't know who it is. Who is it?"

I mention to her that I think it's her husband, but she pays it no heed. Ten minutes later she's knocking on my door. I know it's probably her so I look through the peep hole. Sure enough she's sitting there with her hands on her hips, blowing spit bubbles.

I didn't have the energy to answer the door today. Next time I'll try to film it.