there is no 9th floor
friendly, on top of his game. seemed to possess that wisdom one must acquire from dealing with cloned tourists, day in, day out. i thanked him and got off. but then i felt his hand on my arm and he was saying "no you don't, now you're my prisoner". a miserable directory of self-defense tactics scrolled thru my brain and while i knew it was easy enough to bolt, i decided the first step was to fake it and pretend he wasn't scaring the caeser salad out of me. i joked with one of those smiles that uses all the wrong muscles. the evils of the phrase "law suit" danced before my eyes. i wondered where my kids were. then he said "you're on the wrong floor". and i got back on.
a side note: mark is extremely sweet and damned good at his job, and i hope he still has one after the big guys move in.
there is no 9th floor
friendly, on top of his game. seemed to possess that wisdom one must acquire from dealing with cloned tourists, day in, day out. i thanked him and got off. but then i felt his hand on my arm and he was saying "no you don't, now you're my prisoner". a miserable directory of self-defense tactics scrolled thru my brain and while i knew it was easy enough to bolt, i decided the first step was to fake it and pretend he wasn't scaring the caeser salad out of me. i joked with one of those smiles that uses all the wrong muscles. the evils of the phrase "law suit" danced before my eyes. i wondered where my kids were. then he said "you're on the wrong floor". and i got back on.
a side note: mark is extremely sweet and damned good at his job, and i hope he still has one after the big guys move in.