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|A Day In The Life (standard:humor, 2377 words)|
|Author: BritGirl||Added: Mar 31 2003||Views/Reads: 2492/1646||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just another manic Saturday|
A Day In The Life ‘Okay. Tell me what you think and be honest!' The curtain swished back and Jo stood triumphantly before me in a black skirt. ‘It's a Calvin Klein,' she announced. I thought that Calvin Klein could probably be prosecuted under the Trades Description Act, for calling the thing that Jo was wearing a skirt. ‘You don't think it makes me look tarty do you?' This was a dangerous situation. If I said yes, Jo would instantly assume that I was calling her a tart. If I said no, she would adopt an injured deer look and say, ‘You're right. I don't have the figure for it.' I screwed up my eyes and put my head on one side. ‘W...well...' I said hesitatingly, ‘it's not really your colour. I mean it doesn't match your eyes does it?' Jo looked almost relieved. ‘Yeah, you're right. And it did make me look like a tart. I'll try the other one.' She disappeared back into the cubicle. I leant back against the wall and thought of all the things that I should be doing this weekend. I had an English essay to write for Monday and countless other pieces of work. I sighed and glanced at my watch. We had already been in the shop for half an hour. ‘She can't be much longer' I thought to myself. An hour later we emerged, laden with bags. All of them belonged to Jo. ‘You should've bought that top!' said Jo, scoldingly. ‘I don't think so. I would have been in serious trouble every time I leaned forward.' Jo rolled her eyes at me. ‘Besides I hate that shop,' I continued. ‘The assistants look at you in a funny way.' ‘Oh, don't talk rubbish,' said Jo impatiently. ‘Well they do!' I insisted, sounding like a sulky child. We were silent for a few minutes as we wove our way through the throng of shoppers. ‘I should be doing my English essay,' I said, half to myself. ‘Oh, I've got one to do too,' said Jo, vaguely. ‘Discuss the role of ears in Pride and Prejudice or something like that.' She dismissed the subject with a wave of her hand. We were approaching a bench and sat down to rest our legs. Jo proceeded to relate to me the latest crisis in her love life. ‘So it's a choice between Eddie and Matt,' she said. ‘Matt is really sweet and nice but on the other hand Eddie has got a car.' ‘It certainly is a dilemma.' ‘A moral dilemma,' Jo said, drawing herself up to her full height. I made no comment. My attention was focused on the stream of people bustling past us. Couples, mothers with children: all of them seemed to be in a hurry, as if they had no time to stop for anything. ‘This is what I've got to look forward to,' I thought, gloomily. ‘Sometimes I wish I had been born in the Middle Ages. No shopping, no exams: just your own small village with your own small fields. Of course there was the plague. That was a disadvantage. Say what you like about modern life but at least you're not in danger of finding suppurating boils under your arms-' ‘...so of course I said no.' ‘Uh?' I gave a Neanderthal grunt of surprise as I realised Jo had been talking to me. She looked at me suspiciously. ‘Oh, of course!' I said desperately, ‘what else could you possibly say?' ‘Hmmm.' She wasn't completely convinced. She looked up at the crowd of people and suddenly cried out in delight, ‘Oh look! There's Dave! Hang on, I need to go and talk to him. Stay here.' Before I could say anything, she had dived into the crowd and disappeared from view. My first impulse was to follow her but then I remembered the pile of bags Jo had left behind. I scanned the crowd but couldn't see her or the mysterious ‘Dave.' I had no choice but to wait Click here to read the rest of this story (230 more lines)
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