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I strode through the lobby of my building with my wooden-soled shoes clicking on the battered up hardwood floor as I went. I craned my neck a bit to the left, making the front desk to come into my window of vision. Behind the dark mahogany desk, little old Betty stood about 4'10", tapping her fake nails on the wood.
"Hello Darling! How are you?!" the old lady asked with her extremely hideously plucked eyebrows raising up a bit too much into her crinkled skin. A wicked child-eating smile appeared on her light purple-pink lipstick coated lips.
She honestly looked like Effie Trinket (from the Hunger Games) in 60 years time. Actually, she rather scared me. Horrified me really.
To answer her greeting, I just flashed a fake, closed-mouth smile. Her surprisingly well-done fake smile turned into a snarling glare as I ignored her.
"Young lady," this time it came out a bit more harshly as she moved her finger motioning me towards her, "come here please." She's about to have a BF. A Bitch Fit that is. I turned around, rolling my eyes, and moseyed my way across the bit of lobby that separated us. I bossily slapped my arms down on the top of the front desk, and crossed them ever so slightly.
She was really getting on my nerves. I had places to go! People to meet! Things to- well you get the point.
"Mmmhm?" I breathed out rather sassily as I picked at the nail of my right ring finger. This was my sassy streak that would unleash and rip somebody's head off if they weren't careful. And Betty was about to cross the line. She better hold onto her little noggin.
Her eyes squinted into a thin line of piercing deep ocean-blue. I could practically see steam coming from her nostrils. She was a bit like a bull when I come to think of it. Suddenly, a red faced, snout-ringed, animal version of Betty replaced her witch-like facade. I burst into hysterics thinking about a old Betty pawing the ground, about to strike anyone who walked through the lobby that had a red jumper.
"Is something funny, young lady?" she half snarled-half snorted through her gritted teeth.
Uh-oh. The sassy streak. Here we go.
"Yes, actually. Hysterical. Thank you so much for your consideration, you fugly, bull-snouted witch!" I replied in a bit of a yell. I swore I could have heard the loads of heads in the lobby turning towards Betty and I, in one swift movement.
Betty stood there in absolute shock. Her mouth agape, as she looked a a wee bit frightened actually.
"Cat got your tongue?" I asked rather sassily again, as I scoffed, and proudly walked to the sliding front doors of the building, where El was located, squatting. She was in absolute hysterics. Her hands cupping her mouth, preventing the laughs and cries from escaping into the still air of the horrified lobby.
"Did you like that or what," I said quietly to El as I grabbed one of her hands and pulled her out of the building.
As soon as the doors closed and the lobby wouldn't be able to hear us, we both burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Di- did you s- see her fa- face," El spit out through bits of laughter. She was now sitting on the ground crying because she was laughing so hard. I had sobered up enough to shake my head and pick her up off of the ground.
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