2003-09-05 - 7:26 a.m.
I've been getting to work earlier and earlier this week. We're under heavy deadlines until the end of September, and there's just not time to get everything done otherwise. Plus now there's tension with my supervisor, and an hour or two alone in the office makes my day easier. Getting up so much earlier means that coffee is a big part of my world. Without it I'm grumpy and stupid. This morning, while desperate for the last few drops of roasty nectar to drop into the waiting carafe, I heard the garbage truck rumble. Fuck. Last night I put out out the trash, but not recycling - and the bin's full; it couldn't wait another two weeks. So I threw on a pair of shoes, ran outside and wheeled my blue container toward the others. Luckily the truck hadn't reached my part of the complex yet.
Then I heard a man clear his throat. When I turned toward the sound, there were my two-doors-down neighbors, husband and wife, staring. "Morning", said I, and was confused when they got into their car and drove off without speaking. Whatever. Back inside, I doctored a cup of coffee and headed toward the shower.
Then it hit me. I was wearing an ass-length black t-shirt that reads anarchist knitter in red (thanks again, D), panties and a pair of high heels. That's it.
Well, crap. The shirt I slept in. The shoes are the ones I wore yesterday. But my poor neighbors probably had a full view while I was tooling around with the recycling. No wonder the wife looked at me like that. Thank GOD I sleep relatively clothed. I should write them a note.
Dear lovely neighbors,
I apologize if you were scarred in any way by this morning's incident. Contrary to appearances, I'm not slutty; I just like sexy shoes and Kermit panties (though normally I wouldn't wear them at the same time, or in front of YOU). However, if in any way I enhanced your day, no thanks are necessary.
(By the way, please excuse my tan lines.)
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