I never thought for a second that I can look deathly pale with my burnt skin color but I did.
The morning was yet young, I was alone in the office when some weirdo invited himself in . I was rooted to my seat by fright as he surveyed the room. He stopped by my table and asked for a rubber band which I didn't have. He looked around as I pleaded him to stay out of the room. My eyes were everywhere: my two phones on the desk, JM's camera across the room and a loose monitor on Jen's desk. Apparently, he has no use for them. Then he aked for P10 to buy cigarettes to which I said none. Again, I pleaded him to stay out of the room as he continued with his survey. Then he spied the cheese bread peeking from my half open desk drawer. I told him, apparently without much thinking, that I brought that for myself for breakfast. He went back to stand before me and reached out and picked something off my table. It was a P1. Then he left (Boy, why do they allow these people on the streets?)
Realization: When Kz came in for the day and heard of the story, she laughed at the thought of me dying by sticking to my guns however impractical they were, If she were in my shoes, she said she would have given the man the P10 he was asking. Yes, that would be the most logical thing to do sensing that my visitor was clearly lacking in the sanity department and might do some harm (pens and everywhere so who knows). Then again, if I did give in to his demands, he is for sure going be a regular visitor, which is not a favorable end.
The morning was yet young, I was alone in the office when some weirdo invited himself in . I was rooted to my seat by fright as he surveyed the room. He stopped by my table and asked for a rubber band which I didn't have. He looked around as I pleaded him to stay out of the room. My eyes were everywhere: my two phones on the desk, JM's camera across the room and a loose monitor on Jen's desk. Apparently, he has no use for them. Then he aked for P10 to buy cigarettes to which I said none. Again, I pleaded him to stay out of the room as he continued with his survey. Then he spied the cheese bread peeking from my half open desk drawer. I told him, apparently without much thinking, that I brought that for myself for breakfast. He went back to stand before me and reached out and picked something off my table. It was a P1. Then he left (Boy, why do they allow these people on the streets?)
Realization: When Kz came in for the day and heard of the story, she laughed at the thought of me dying by sticking to my guns however impractical they were, If she were in my shoes, she said she would have given the man the P10 he was asking. Yes, that would be the most logical thing to do sensing that my visitor was clearly lacking in the sanity department and might do some harm (pens and everywhere so who knows). Then again, if I did give in to his demands, he is for sure going be a regular visitor, which is not a favorable end.
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