Scaffolding
Mar. 1st, 2006 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensOn the first day she thought it was funny. The men looking in through her living room window, watching telly with her.
On the second day she smiled at the geezer that happened to pass her window when she opened the curtains. He wistled at her.
On the third day she and the geezer ate their respective sandwiches watching Remington Steele on German telly. She inside, he outside where he couldn't hear what was said.
On the fourth day the geezer brought a friend and ate his sandwiches. She smiled and waved. When she debated opening the window to offer them a beer she noticed their flies undone.
On the fifth day someone knocked on her window at six in the morning. She peeked outside between the curtains and saw the workers. With broad smiles they waved at her, yelling things she wouldn't repeat.
On the sixth day there was someone standing outside, looking in, every minute of the day, every time she came into the living room. She retreated to the bedroom.
On the seventh day she didn't open the curtains. She heard them yelling and stampeding in front of her living room, three floors up.
On the night of the seventh day two bolts disappeared.
On the eighth day the scaffolding fell. There were no survivors.
On the second day she smiled at the geezer that happened to pass her window when she opened the curtains. He wistled at her.
On the third day she and the geezer ate their respective sandwiches watching Remington Steele on German telly. She inside, he outside where he couldn't hear what was said.
On the fourth day the geezer brought a friend and ate his sandwiches. She smiled and waved. When she debated opening the window to offer them a beer she noticed their flies undone.
On the fifth day someone knocked on her window at six in the morning. She peeked outside between the curtains and saw the workers. With broad smiles they waved at her, yelling things she wouldn't repeat.
On the sixth day there was someone standing outside, looking in, every minute of the day, every time she came into the living room. She retreated to the bedroom.
On the seventh day she didn't open the curtains. She heard them yelling and stampeding in front of her living room, three floors up.
On the night of the seventh day two bolts disappeared.
On the eighth day the scaffolding fell. There were no survivors.
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Date: 2006-03-01 01:45 pm (UTC):- )
Scaffoldings are scary. Workers are...well I think they inspire every woman with universal mixed feelings...
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Date: 2006-03-01 02:37 pm (UTC)They are scary things scaffoldings. Especially when I've been witnessing one being put up in front of our building all day. Thank goodness not in front of the living room window. :-)
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Date: 2006-03-02 08:27 am (UTC)...that is, if you mean it as a joke. Otherwise it's kinda scary. :-/
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Date: 2006-03-02 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 10:34 am (UTC)