GimmeMooreGirl
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- Jan 4, 2016
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"That Seems Fair"
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I paced back and forth on the balcony of the hotel room. I was sometimes talking, sometimes yelling, and sometimes screaming into my cell.
"I'm here. Here! Here at the room! The hotel--!
"Last night! 'Bout 9. Same as you were 'sposed to be--
"It's 6am. How long 'til you get here--?
"What--?
"What--?
"What do you mean you're not coming--?
"What do you mean you're not coming!!
"I know--
"I know!!
"Oh JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY! I KNOW YOU'RE MARRIED!
I halted my pacing for a moment. "Brian--? Brian. Are you still there?"
I lowered the cell and looked at the screen. I murmured, "Bastard."
I stood there for the longest moment, trying to convince myself that the call had been dropped, that Brian hadn't hung up on me, and that at any moment he would call me back. When he didn't, I turned and with the skill of 8 years of primary school softball, tossed the cell far out into the surf of the crashing Pacific Ocean. I screamed at the distant horizon, "FUCKING BASTARD MOTHER FUCKER!"
I snatched up my mug of green tea, laced with rum despite dawn having only just broken, and turned to look about me. That was when I saw the man standing on the balcony of the next hotel room over, staring at me in silence. I didn't know what to say. Should I apologize? Should I walk away without a word? Should I accuse him of eavesdropping on a private conversation, despite the fact that he had every reason in the world to be on the balcony he was paying for? I didn't know what to do, so I struck a pose and donned a polite smile and simply said, "Good morning."
