She was more attractive than most girls at

She was more attractive than most girls at my school and probably gave me the time of day because I was the only non-douche that would do the same to her. That’s the kind of thing

that builds friendships - the kind of thing that builds relationships. So one day I walked up to her, beaming, and said

"I sit two booths down from you on the 16th floor". She took a step back and said "I know. The guy who just stares at my chest". This could

have been a simple exchange, but the whole time he toyed with the zipper of his jeans.

And of course, fooling around with it he broke the zipper, right at half-mast. He jerked on the zipper and accidentally elbowed

the window and it shattered. Shards of glass everywhere and he was sure the mood was gone yet all he could do is still try to get that damn zipper down. This is the moment he

had been practicing for. Zip up, zip down. 'Don't get flustered' he told himself as his date screamed her head off and another window exploded. His mind cleared as he grabbed the

dish rag and wiped the stemware dry. Chuckles McFlabbimutter could never leave a mess behind and this kitchen was no exception. He placed the dishes in the carrier and zipped

off his apron. Apron in one hand and a feather duster in the other, Chuckles McFlabbimutter strolled out of the kitchen as he called out to the world, "

Give me your tired excuses, poor waxing, huddled masses of clothes yearning to be cleaned". For with apron in one hand & duster in the other he looked like the Statue of Liberty.