I realize that my stepping in front of you to open the door and hold it so you could enter while you were fumbling in your pocketbook for you own keys doesn't warrant writing a country-western song about how amazing I am or naming a new Girl Scout cookie after me. But I do think a pleasant, mildly cheery "thanks" is not out of bounds; certainly much preferable to stomping by me angrily. Anyways, I hope you found your keys!
See you around the building! (big wave!)
XMASTIME
4 comments:
thanks. ur a big guy with a big heart.
the gregardoory cookie.
you were standing there in fronta me
and I couldn't find my front door key
and I saw my opportunity
to piggy on right by oh baby
hold the door
while I step through
now
that's the least thing you can do
for sharing life's complexities
one solitary building
And now please, will it kill
to forget about your trouble
I said please, if you will
kindly pop self-pity's bubble
Just a stranger girl to you
we share walls awoopteedoo
you were standing there in fronta me
and I couldn't find my front door key
and I saw my opportunity
to piggy on right by oh baby
hold the door
while I step through
now
that's the least thing you can do
for sharing life's complexities
one solitary building
don't be mean, call me stout,
I forgot to thank the bellboy
is it wrong, that I'm mean
must you send me off to hell,boy
please forget about your gesture
was gonna bake but now the best yer gonna get, without regret...
is thanks.
you were standing there in fronta me
and I couldn't find my front door key
Fuck that bitch.
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