Normally, this sort of tiny tale would go in the Content Collective. But seeing as it still isn't running (maybe this evening, if I get efficient), here it is.

16:00. I gradually wake up from my nice long Sunday afternoon nap. Sleep is good, and refreshing for the soul. When the urge to get out of bed finally comes, I wander to the fridge, and decided to taste some more of that delicious San Antonio salsa, which I proceed to do. Then, I hear a knock at the door.

Not expecting anyone at the moment, I grudgingly prepare to answer, and ready myself to say, "Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not interested."

I open the door. A very attractive girl in her 20's stands and smiles.

Ok... Maybe slightly interested.

Now at this point, I probably look worse than I have all weekend. Having just awakened from a nap, my eyes are a little bleary, the old spare clothes I'm wearing are crap, I haven't shaved all day, I've got fiery garlic salsa breath, and my hair is a goddamn rat's nest. Oh well.

"Hi, I live, like, right there." She points to the door directly across the hall. Less than 2 meters from my door. "I was wondering if you have a hammer I could borrow for just a minute."

"Well, yes, I think I do." Cursing myself for looking like such a total pile of shit in the middle of the afternoon, I run to find the hammer I bought a while back when I was assembling my bookcases. Stored in its place, it is easily retrievable.

I run back to the door, and hand her the hammer. She smiles, and says she will bring it back soon.

Ok, now as far as physical attractiveness goes, on a scale of 1 to 10, this girl is at least a 9. And she lives right across the hall from me! But I've never seen her before! I don't know how long she's been living there. She must come and go at different times than I do, or something. Shows how well I know my neighbors.

The power mysteriously blips on and off, causing Dagobah and Argo to reboot and fsck simultaniously.

I contemplate whether it would be a good idea to try to clean myself up a little bit before she returns. Well, I did do a little something about the hair.

A few minutes later, she returns with the hammer. A polite smile, a "thank you", and she re-enters her place.

Now I can't help but think about how I might plot and scheme some contrived way to "borrow" something from her sometime, preferably when I'm in a less unattractive state. Hmmm...

Well, I hope that amuses everyone. That's my silly story for today.