Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A Plebe Serving the Masters


She waddles down to the desk and asks for shampoo (probably a first), toothpaste and brush (definitely a first), and lotion. (I can't help but picture it getting clogged in her open sores, probably stings, must have to use a q-tip or something to get it out)

She paid one hundred thirty-five dollars total for the room. Cash. More money than I could think of spending for anything. She thanks me with genuine gratitude and stale breath, and waddles back to the elevators. I go back to the office and adjust my tie. 
One hundred thirty-five dollars. 
Must be nice.

24 comments:

  1. It would be nice and pleasant indeed :D

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  2. Great work! I love the blog style!

    fallowing and $upporting BRO!!

    http://darkbogdanel.blogspot.com

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  3. you write really really well

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  4. I cringed at that description, lol

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  5. Haha sounds good, no hygiene in this one, though!

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  6. You're a talented writer. I loved it.

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  7. You have a great writing style.
    keep up!

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  8. I'd hit it too, for that kind of dosh.

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  9. waddles? someone needs to spend some of that money on a gym pass ;) anyways, great stuff bro

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  10. I liked this quite a lot. Not sure what it was, but I liked it.

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  11. I wish I had that kind of money...

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  12. ahah i read this again, it's awsome!

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  13. It's kinda funny, yet written in somewhat serious way, i like it!

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