Today, her stare was especially annoying. Maybe I was just grumpy from having to open all of the obnoxious snap chats Porter had sent me while I was working out with the caption, "Happy Hump Day!" (Side note: I'm probably the worst snap chatter ever. I rarely respond, and while I do find most of them to be rather pleasing, the image of Porter taking selfies at the gym weirds me out haha).
So anyways, we are leaving the gym and the girl at the front desk stares, and stares, and then stares some more. It's getting to the point where I'm about to bust a cap on her face. So, to relieve me of this anger and keep me from a future assault charge, I'm doing what brings me great pleasure and calms down...I'm going to write to her instead of slap her upside the head.
Here is my poem to the strange girl at the gym:
She is at the front entrance and greets the members walking in,
each and every morning she wears that twisted half grin.
It comes time for us to finish up and walk out the door,
I dread walking past that one girl because it has happened before.
Yes, that strange girl at the front desk will just sit there and stare,
because the site of a one-arm man with a hot wife is rather rare.
We try to stare back at her hoping one day she will quit,
but she continues staring on from her chair she does sit.
I want to ask her if her mother ever taught her about respect,
because if she doesn't stop soon, she is going to get decked.
She makes me so angry but Porter isn't even phased,
his positive attitude about this kind of stuff leaves me amazed.
So for now, I will try to ignore that infuriating girl who sits at the front,
but if she doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna get up in her face and be rather blunt.
So, there's my rant for the day. Until next time,
(Also, there are only ten days left to contribute to our tree. That's right people, only 10. We are so close to our goal! If you are a good person who wants to help the children of Primary Children's Hopsital, and have the means, please donate here.)