i kicked myself, today. i was walking in, she was walking out. i was distracted. cold, wet, tired. pulled the door the same time she pushed.

the closeness that happened startled me. i looked up.

saw this white with blue sleeves baseball shirt.

saw this beautiful kid, fresh faced.

and i stopped, inside, for a moment.

but in that moment i didnt realize i had stopped.

i caught her eye, apologized.

and she looked startled, but then she looked... her eyes got a twinkle and she had a little grin and she was beautiful.

but i kept walking.

five steps i realized i had stopped, inside.

and i stopped, outside.

and i wanted nothing more, right then, to run back outside, back out into the rain, the cold, and get her name.

and thank her.

but i didnt.

because i am a moron.

but ill be in the same spot in the same time and maybe things will happen and ill be myself.

work.

alright, it was raining like a crazy assed mofo. it was cold.

during work sometimes i, or whoever, must go on mail runs.

mail runs consist of getting your ass out of the building and walking to the post office. or whatever other places.

i was thinking they wouldnt make anyone mail run. least not until the rain eased up.

oooh was i wrong. jerk wanted some... financial report that, hey, couldnt have waited thirty minutes.

even if he did wait the whole weekend for it.

so i got picked to go.

poor kid went with me cause she needed to be shown the ropes.

went to the place where the report was sposed to be. wasnt there.

called jerk up.

in a move that said he didnt believe me at all and wanted to catch me, he put me on three way with the lady who was sposed to have the report done.

"ooh, no myron, i completely forgot about it. havent done it yet."

yes. i walked in all that, with the poor kid, for something HE WASNT EVEN SURE WAS FINISHED.

so for the next few hours i was soaked.

and, of course, very attractive.

which was probably why the beautiful kid grinned.

i mean, cmon. its crayon.