Ode to Some Guy

To Some Guy,

When I saw you come into work this evening in your fitted red plaid shirt and that face of yours, I thought to myself, "There be a good looking man." To be sure, to be sure, as I gained a closer look, you were indeed a very nice looking person.

You approached me and queried re: a chair you ordered. I called furniture to get it from the back as I continued to drink in your well-chiselled face and fit bod. After some discussion with my manager/person in charge of furniture, I learned that your name was Ali and so that partially explained your Middle Eastern appearance and accent.

Said manager went out back to grab said chair. You stood in front of POS. After some time, these words you spoke, "So, is there anything fun to do around here?"
I clarified, "In Perth or in Officeworks?"
To this you said, "In Officeworks."

I looked around at the great expanse before me, a place I have become all too familiar with over the last few weeks.

"You can peruse stationery at your leisure. We've got a splendid technology section here in the middle," I said.
You seemed to find this amusing and replied with, "You women always love stationery."
I continued, "And there are label makers in aisle 15 so you can get organized for the new year."

You went on to explain how you are organized in your personal finances and work... but not in life. And somehow, we spent the next five minutes while waiting for your chair (executive: black) talking about your recent divorce but how your 2.5 year old daughter makes up for that catastrophe. I must've said, "You can't plan life!" about three times.

Eventually, the chair came (along with my manager).

"Thank you so much!" you said to me with a charming smile to make a girl melt.
"You're very welcome! Have a lovely evening!" I said, all Officeworks and shit.

You left. I looked at your ass on the way out.

Thank you for coming into Officeworks today. It made my very lonely evening (they only ever put one person on check out after 6pm and for some reason it's always me) somewhat worth it. And thanks to my manager for taking so long with that chair.

J