One of the things I love about Tokyo is how you can step out of a tiny elevator into a wonderful little restaurant, full of interesting people and good food: the true heart of the city hides several stories up in some anonymous grey building.
And it was in one such place, that I happened to notice Evil Editor just a few tables away. I couldn’t believe my luck! I must have been staring, because he met my gaze a couple of times, but I could not bring myself to interrupt his meal. However, later, as he headed toward the exit, I knew my chance was slipping away, and I hurried to meet him.
“Hold on!” I grabbed the door just before it slid shut.
He took a step back as I entered the confined space. I must have been a sight: sweating from my sprint across the restaurant and panting like an overheated puppy. “So glad I caught you here,” I said. “I saw you there and I’ve been just dying to meet you. I’ve got something here I’d like to show you. It’s my fantasy.”
He cleared his throat.
“I know, I know. It’s not your usual thing, right? But it doesn’t hurt to try something different -- experiment a little. At least take a look -- I think you’ll like what you see. It might be a bit long; but I just know you could do something wonderful with it.”
I realized we weren’t moving.
“You did want to go down, right?”
He coughed.
I reached for the control panel, a mess of hieroglyphics, and hit the bottom button. There was a gush of running water as cold wetness enveloped my foot. I looked down. Shit. “This, uh, this isn’t the elevator, then?” Evil shook his head.
I slid the door open and backed away, but not before he had managed to piss on my other shoe.
--ril
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Oh my! Um. Oh my! So perfectly ril!
And he had a WIDE STANCE, too.
Oh how embarrassing, what delightful humiliation and ruined shoes, too.
Oh no! I spat red wine everywhere, dammit. We need a warning at the TOP of the post to tell us when it's ril's, please.
Good one, ril. I think that's why you don't a fellow the time of day in those situations, too.
It might be a bit long; but I just know you could do something wonderful with it.”
HA!!!! Seriously. God, this is so damn good, I can't even...it's just. Damn. (this is my version of speechless.)
“You did want to go down, right?”
Truly a phrase that should never be uttered in a men's room! Very cool, ril!
Meri
MAHvelous, dahling!
I don't see how any red-blooded editor could turn that down. Sure beats the old 'sliding the manuscript under the stall door' tactic.
-Barbara
This crept up on me very slowly, then suddenly whipped down my trousers and spanked my bare botty. Very funny.
LOL!! Ril, I love the twist!
I love the Tokyo bit....it was nice to read.
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