Thursday, October 16, 2008

Please say it ain't so

Here in our new office building there are several kitchens on every floor. They're not real kitchens, per se, more of a "pantry." They have a sink, a microwave, a refrigerator, cabinets, and three trash bins, but no real stove or oven.

This morning I was bent over, nose to glass, watching my water heat up for tea. I wanted to open the door early if the water came to a boil before time was up.

The fridge opens away from the rest of the kitchen so I couldn't see who said "Hello Anne," while they put their lunch in, and I didn't recognized their shoes.

How did they recognize me? By my big butt sticking out?



iamnot said...

I'm sure there are other distinguising features....

Lorraine said...

It was your pure, gentle aura. They just knew.