Another draft
And I have almost accidentally touched her in a way that seemed inappropriate. Had my glimpse been words, it would have read “Ooops, was that awkward? I’m sorry.”
I was annoyed by my neighbour upstairs who kept on working rather loudly till close to midnight.
My photos were not selected.
The financial crisis translates jokes about women into jokes about banks: “on the left side there is nothing right, on the right side there is nothing left”.
Later edit: Yesterday I met and shared the same elevator with my neighbour upstairs. She sort of mentioned the mess and sort of apologized, but I am not the one to hold a grudge, so I told her not to worry. She is much much older than I remembered. This post has just been rescued from draft purgatory.




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