I just went to the property office this morning about the fence that has fallen over in our porch.
I was standing at the door and the assistant manager waved her little finger for me to come in. I think she is about 23, olive complexion, in an aqua tanktop that exposes most of her 32-inch bust, and glazed over in boredom.
Man. I kept trying not to look but it was kind of hard. I also tried talking but that was also kind of hard. The best I can managed was a few words like Tarzan, “Unit … fence .. fell … need fix”
I guess she must be used to it. Didn’t really faze her. I was kinda grinning like a fool all the way along. Kinda ass-like.