mechanicsville
Ah, nothing like the sound of screaming children coming from the Trauma
Therapist next door . . .
The characters in this building are truly remarkable. Our building manager's
a surly nutjob, who signed a prenup with his new wife that she was allowed a
minimum of six SPA DAYS a year. Yeah.
But today I'm going to talk to you about Mike the Mechanic. His name is
probably something like Greg, but Mike works better with Mechanic. This man
is really, really cute, but the weirdest and most random person we've ever
met. We're not even sure exactly what it is he does. He can spend an hour on
a ladder poking around in our ceiling tiles and not accomplish anything. And
while he's up there, he will determinedly start all manner of peculiar and
personal conversations. Odd man. He also has a habit of breezing into the
office just to point some weird laser thingy around (which apparently measures
temperature) say, "yup," a whole bunch of times, and then breeze out.
Today, Sheri and I were just heading out for coffee, and we were in the
process of locking our door. We were speculating on the physical appearance
of one of our clients, whom we've never seen. I said, "she's gotta be really
hot. Otherwise her ex-husband wouldn't have duped her into giving him sexual
favours in order to have access to her children." At that moment, Mike the
Mechanic bursts out of the office next door and laughs at us. We were
laughing too, and it took us some seconds to get to the elevator, which he was
holding open for us. We then had to ride down in the elevator with him. And,
although I wasn't the least bit embarrassed, I was, of course, blushing. Yay
me. But it was so funny. I guess you really had to be there.
Posted by Ally at December 19, 2005 11:09 AM