Wednesday, May 11, 2005
( 9:06 AM ) teahouse
The other night the Boy and I were climbing the stairs to my apartment. He was right behind me.
Suddenly he gasped, "You have a hand print on your butt! Who's been grabbing it? Someone at work?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, bewildered. "Nobody at work has been grabbing my butt."
When we got to my apartment, I looked in the mirror.
Sure enough, outlined in dust on the back of my black pants, was a shape that somewhat resembled a handprint.
"I swear, nobody has been grabbing my butt!" I laughed. "Maybe I just grabbed it myself..."
The Boy looked closely at it. "Hmm..whoever it was, his hands are bigger than mine." #