The Cautious Stripper
Hmm, I sit at a big table downstairs, typing with one hand because the other holds a doughnut. I have my priorities straight. I’m not dropping this doughnut to type. Glaze threatens to roll down my finger, forcing me to lick the finger. I don't want to do so, of course, but I see no other options.
Typing with one hand changes the keyboard dramatically. I’m exploring a new world, stepping cautiously (oops, I typed “stripping cautiously,” which I am most certainly not doing outside of Einstein’s Bagels—although I like the idea of a cautious stripper, perhaps the star of a whole series of short stories).
Kat’s Blessing just arrived, and now he’s gone.
Typing with one hand changes the keyboard dramatically. I’m exploring a new world, stepping cautiously (oops, I typed “stripping cautiously,” which I am most certainly not doing outside of Einstein’s Bagels—although I like the idea of a cautious stripper, perhaps the star of a whole series of short stories).
Kat’s Blessing just arrived, and now he’s gone.
posted by Donna Sewell at
8:58 AM
4 Comments:
He had to bring me my notebook and sandwich. Those are not listed in order of importance.
What would a cautious stripper's name be?
Strangers with Candy?
Polite Delight?
Slow you down Sally?
By
Kat, at 9:03 AM
How about "Wary Cherry?"
By
Andrea, at 9:15 AM
Let's put that as a writing topic!
Cautious Stripper--a person who takes her clothes off slowly while she keeps a careful watch on her audience?
Or a pole dancer with insurance?
Interesting posibilities
By
kade, at 9:17 AM
Now you know how I feel... Not about being a cautious stripper, but about typing one handed. It's harder than it looks.
By
Amy, at 9:19 AM
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