Cause for reflection.
Spoon Girl.
If anyone remembers the RTC, 1990's in the smoking Atrium, there was a pit.
Pitted below the Kompooter labs.
One day, a crash was heard, some dope planted the spoon cutlery all over the floor while purchasing a sandwich. Looked up and observed.
'sorry like, sorry'. Workers asked her to fuck off, politely. Clear up commenced. Re-washing was needed.
I did note her. Homely lass, quite the looker.
Later in the day I was heading out of the library, Upper mezzanine.. There she was. Spoon Girl.
In the space of a few seconds I was weighing up what to do and decided to go in for the kill.
Soft tone.
'I know what you like'
Recoiled, a little bit aghast so I clarified.
'Got a flat on a fifth floor and a kitchen full of tea spoons. You can fuck them all out the window. Fancy it?'
Broke her hole laughing. Done deal.
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Chat up lines are scenario based. Make the most of it.