I have one thing to say about doing dishes. It was not intended to be fun. Even though it was the worst job to ever have to do, I actually enjoyed it today. For most of the time, Tom and I just did the dishes together, him washing, which I bitched about, and me rinsing and drying. We didn't talk but I did catch him glancing at me occasionally. Of course, I was caught too.
I've never been a clean dishwasher. I usually end up getting water on myself or having it spill over the edges which I try to avoid. Me, water, and the floor are never a good combination. Of course, I'm never good at avoiding accidents. It was bound to happen sometime. Luckily, it waited until closing time and it was just Anastasia, the manager, and myself.
We were cleaning up and putting everything up for the night and we went to three different parts of the building so we could get done faster. The manager had just left and Anastasia and I were almost done. The next thing anyone heard was a loud crash and a loud thump. Anastasia came running and saw me on the floor with silverware laying around me.
"I tripped." I simply said, not affected by the fall.
Anastasia was looking at me seriously until I grinned at her and she couldn't stay serious much longer. A smile started growing on her face and she ended up laughing slightly before helping me up and we picked up the dishes.
"You are the biggest klutz I've ever known." she said, a smile on her face.
"Well, tell the ground to stop tripping me and I won't be that much of a klutz anymore." I said, glaring at the floor as if it was on trial.
Finally, about a half hour later, Anastasia and I left and made sure everything was locked up before walking the two and a half blocks to our shared flat.
See, as soon as I turned seventeen, I moved out of my parent's house and moved in with my best friend of fourteen years. We didn't have major money issues but we also didn't have a lot to do so when Anastasia had gotten the job, I hung out and helped when needed. I'm practically an employee there right now which is both a good and bad thing.
Anyway's, back to the present. We had finally gotten to our building and went upstairs to finally relax. I was happy because at least if I do something klutzy now, it won't be a public show. I went to my room to change my clothes to something more comfy. I put on a pair of Capri sweat pants and a tank top that I decorated myself. All I did was write Ghostbusters across the front of it in a kind of paint that is used for clothing mostly. I put on some little fuzzy flip flops. I put my hair up in a messy ponytail and went back into the main part of the flat and I heard Anastasia laughing and talking to someone.
"Ana, who're you talking to?" I asked, walking into the kitchen to get myself a Dr. Pepper out of the refrigerator.
I didn't get a reply so I walked towards the main room of the flat and stayed hidden as I listened to the conversation.
"Is she always that klutzy?" the first voice I heard asked. I didn't really recognize it but it did sound slightly familiar.
"For a while she wasn't. It was almost like she just woke up one day and was a klutz. She even spilled tea on her laptop twice. It ended up being replaced and she hasn't done that since. She likes to joke about it though. If you hear her complaining about the floor, it's probably something about it tripping her. She is one of the funniest people I've known for a while." Ana said and I could hear the smile in her voice.
I walked further into the room and stubbed my toe on the door frame in the process.
"Shit! Ow ow ow ow ow!" I yelled, hobbling over to sit down.
Ana had jumped when she heard me shout and Tom had a slight look of concern on his face.
"Are you ok?" he asked, walking over to help me get to the chair that I was almost to. Just needed to hobble for about a minute and I would've been there.
"Yeah. I stub that exact foot on that same exact door all the time." I state which oddly enough, it is the truth.
"Shit London babe, your toe is bleeding!" Ana said, looking a bit shocked.
"I'll live Ana. It's a tiny cut. I've had worse." I replied, shaking my head slightly at her freak out moment. She knew I had worse. She was there when I cut my finger with a butcher knife because I tried to sneak into the cereal at night and the time that I cut my foot on a large sheet of metal while carrying out trash.
Ana had rushed off to get a cotton ball, the rubbing alcohol, and a tiny Band-Aid that would work on my toe. She sure was being slow though. What is going on here and why do I have a weird feeling about this?
