It had been a spectacular day for me, and I wondered to myself what would be the best way to cap a special day? Why, some Special K, of course! So, I call Revive to see if there was a place at the table for me (seems like that queue is starting to grow exponentially again…). Like I said, I was on a bit of a “roll”, and my luck continued because she was free….
Traffic was bad, though, and it made me a little late… late enough that I was worried that I’d lose my spot to some lurking couch vulture sommanob#tch… late enough that I actually hurdled some drunk in the stairwell and straight-armed a guy chatting in the spa’s doorway (I’m not a violent bunny, but time was of the essence, and I couldn’t be sure he wasn’t trying to poach my treat…). Still, luck was with me, and my spot was not scavenged.
I’m placed in the swing room (shower now has a head, by the way), given a moment to freshen up, and am soon joined by Ms. Kendra. Y’all shoulda seen how happy I was THEN!
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
The stunning Ms. Kendra seems more comfortable with me now (well, at this point she did anyways), and from my point of view it was (in most ways) probably the best I’d had with her. The exception, however, was a return of the… stubbornness. And oooooh, did that return in a big way. This poor lady ended up working so hard… honestly, I would have expected the other staff to start checking in on us, and ask if we were burning tires in our room or something. I was ecstatic, but I actually felt bad for what she was going through.
Still, Ms. Kendra refused to let it show how unpleasant it was for her, which is quite rare when it is this bad. And it was probably somewhere in the 17th inning or so, as I looked into her exhausted but brightly shining face, that I noticed she had her halo and the wings of the Seraph. Ok, they’ve probably always been there, I’d guess, but I’ve been far too fixated in staring at that sweet apple bottom of hers to notice….
In any case, she did finally get to where she was going, and I felt really horrible for enjoying the arduous journey as much as I did - so much so that an hour and a half later I booked an apology session with her (which was every bit as fun, but considerably less difficult for the poor girl, I think).
I really like Ms. Kendra.
Happy thumping all!
P.S. I told her about our race, Mr. Praxis... and she informs me that I won??? Don’t mean to pry or anything, but.. are you not feeling well or something? Far be it from me to talk “smack”, but dude… you just got “lapped” by a round, nasty, limp-carrot rabbit….
Traffic was bad, though, and it made me a little late… late enough that I was worried that I’d lose my spot to some lurking couch vulture sommanob#tch… late enough that I actually hurdled some drunk in the stairwell and straight-armed a guy chatting in the spa’s doorway (I’m not a violent bunny, but time was of the essence, and I couldn’t be sure he wasn’t trying to poach my treat…). Still, luck was with me, and my spot was not scavenged.
I’m placed in the swing room (shower now has a head, by the way), given a moment to freshen up, and am soon joined by Ms. Kendra. Y’all shoulda seen how happy I was THEN!
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
The stunning Ms. Kendra seems more comfortable with me now (well, at this point she did anyways), and from my point of view it was (in most ways) probably the best I’d had with her. The exception, however, was a return of the… stubbornness. And oooooh, did that return in a big way. This poor lady ended up working so hard… honestly, I would have expected the other staff to start checking in on us, and ask if we were burning tires in our room or something. I was ecstatic, but I actually felt bad for what she was going through.
Still, Ms. Kendra refused to let it show how unpleasant it was for her, which is quite rare when it is this bad. And it was probably somewhere in the 17th inning or so, as I looked into her exhausted but brightly shining face, that I noticed she had her halo and the wings of the Seraph. Ok, they’ve probably always been there, I’d guess, but I’ve been far too fixated in staring at that sweet apple bottom of hers to notice….
In any case, she did finally get to where she was going, and I felt really horrible for enjoying the arduous journey as much as I did - so much so that an hour and a half later I booked an apology session with her (which was every bit as fun, but considerably less difficult for the poor girl, I think).
I really like Ms. Kendra.
Happy thumping all!
P.S. I told her about our race, Mr. Praxis... and she informs me that I won??? Don’t mean to pry or anything, but.. are you not feeling well or something? Far be it from me to talk “smack”, but dude… you just got “lapped” by a round, nasty, limp-carrot rabbit….
