Pretty Woman vs Ugly Single Mom

...Richard Gere avas just siis ukse kui Ugly Single Mom oli ziletiga tihedate s��rekarvade vahele sileda valge voolujoonelise tee t�mmanud.
Gere viskas kraanikaussi paki violetse lindiga kokku seotud dollareid ja �ritas mitte naise poole vaadata.
"See on eilse eest. M�letad...kurk ja kummikindad."
Ugly Single Mom t�stis t�lpinud pilgu ja t�rtsakas karvu kukkus zileti k�ljest m�rjale vannitoap�randale.
"SuperRimis." �tles Gere kannatamatult, "Ma j�in sulle v�lgu." Ta pilk langes, n��d juba suhteliselt puhtale, jalale ja ta v�distas �lgu.
"Jah," �tles USM ja liigutas keelega suitsu teise suunurka "Miks sa lindiga vaeva n�gid. Ega ma Julia Roberts ei ole."
Gere ohkas ja lahkus vannitoast.
Ta sammus magamistuppa ja naeratas seinal viltu vajunud peeglile sarmikalt. Ta haises mingi imala firmal�hna j�rele.
Taskus olevate v�tmetega m�ngides l�ks ta akna juurde ja poetas rasket punast sametkardinat. Lendu t�usis parv koiliblikaid.
Samal ajal tuli vannitoast v�lja USM ja t�mbas alusp�ksid perse vahelt v�lja. Tuli v�lja, et need ei olnudki stringid.
"Kas me l�heme t�na v�lja?" k�sis ta kappi avades. Peeglile ta ei naeratanud. Peegel solvus.
"Jah," vastas Gere demonstreerides oma suurep�rast vestlemisoskust ja k�hatas seej�rel kiiresti ja n�rviliselt, sest �ks ta kuldsetest hambaplommidest oli pisut lahtine ja kippus teda ebasobivatel momentidel ehmatama ja kurku minema. Kuradi plomm ei v�inud ka kunagi sobivat momenti oodata.
"Tore," �tles USM ja demonstreeris autori oivalist kahek�ne kirjutamise oskust.
"Jah," �tles Gere uuesti ja k�ik pidid n�ustuma, et targem on pisut oodata enne kui see jutt j�tkuda v�iks...

I just remembered how I was in Spain in an amusement park. It was really big and actually it was really cool, but I've never been a fan of those places. All the clowns and stuff...not my cup of tea.
And I remembered how I sat there...on a bench..and all around me were different attractions...flying cars and ...god knows what. And I sat there and looked tired. And all the workers, who happened to be rather young spanish guys, were looking at me. It was so syrreal.
The sun was setting and it was a warm night. All around children were screaming and shouting and music was playing and I felt like I'm an alien on earth.
And then suddenly...this big goose came from nowhere. I have to see if I have some pics of it on my laptop, because I took a few.
The goose didnt make things better. It felt more and more syrreal. The big bird kinda wandered around...in front of me and I didn't know what to do.
Anyway, I'm all out of thoughts right now. I could write more about it, but I'm so tired.
Played barbies with my little sis today. And then I read her a book about egiptians and pyramids. I had to explain her words like civilization and archeology. She's only 6.
I hope I didnt mess up though. Civilization is that white stuff that comes out of plush toys, right?

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