Deeply dippy ’bout your Spanish eyes
Sierra smile
Legs that go on for miles and miles…
On Wednesday this week, I went back to work after almost an entire seven-day period off sick with… sickness. I’m still not entirely sure what it was. Whatever. I’m sure the heat can’t have helped either,
[Pause while ILB checks the weather forecast for Tokyo in August and begins to weep quietly before continuing with the post.]
but whatever the reason, I was off and now I’m back. Fantastic. Story of my life!
On Thursday I was downing my third bottle of Sprite in the break room when one of my favourite colleagues walked in. I will admit it took me a while to work out that it was her, but then again, I’m not even sure who I am these days.
“You look very summery,” I said by way of a morning greeting.
“Thanks,” she twittered. “So do you.”
No, my friend, I do not. I’m just wearing a short-sleeved shirt with the top button undone. Eventually I will get a tan, and then the forearms on show will have visible self-harm scars which always show up in the summer. The bare skin on my bald spot will start to flake off. I’ll engender a line on my nose from when I smashed it on the floor. I look messy, and that’s fine; I always look like that in summer.
You, on the other hand, appear to be mostly legs. There is little else of you, and there’s little of you at all times, slight as you may be. But here you are, wearing what I suppose is a summer dress, except it’s one that’s too small.
Unless, of course, this is deliberate. Unlike many of my other colleagues, your legs are not carrying an abundance of body art; you may be wishing to advertise this fact. Or you could just wish to show off your legs – it’s not an unpleasant sight. On the other hand, and this is probably the actual reason, you’re just hot.
Of course, I didn’t say any of this. It’s not really my place to do so. I don’t object to people wearing what they want, after all, even in the workplace. I once went to work with a tee saying “ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ: ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅs” and nobody batted an eyelid. What I was wondering, idly, was whether or not my stringent German boss would be approving of my friendly colleague’s choice of summer dress.
Until she walked in wearing something similar, and any doubts I had evaporated almost as quickly as the duckpond outside was.