stickie was late this morning.

walked past my stop at 6.34.

she's always there at 6.33.
not 32,
not 34,
but 33,
6! 33.

people!

and she gave me a smile,
well,
sort of.
what was THAT all about?
maybe she had wind.
should i buy her a packet of mints do you think?
they always worked for me.
that's it.
it's wind.
she has always had this awkward looking gait.
so why not just fart?
i mean,
who'd know?

might just compliment her on her smile in the morning.

"might!"

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
we'll see.

She rubbed one out for an extra minute this morning. That's my guess

well,
she was bang on cue this morning.
head bowed,
and as poh-faced as ever.

she really is nice to talk to.
if only i could think of something to say.
and then if i did say something,
she might blank me.
it's difficult.

it IS best to do nothing and hope that she DOES,
eventually,
fuck off some place else.

she has stopped putting make-up on in the mornings,
her way of saying fuck off maybe.
not wanting to give a wrong impression so to speak.

and then,
she's a woman.
probably doesn't know WHAT she's thinking from one day to the next.

i WOULD like to have known her better though.

and as with all people,
she probably has her fair share of baggage.
and i really don't need that.

life's dilemmas eh?