Tiny
We have a very small girl at work. She is not a midget, she’s all in proportion, she is just a wee little person, short and slender. When she walks between the racks you can actually lose her because she is shorter than they are. SMALL.
I am amused by how tiny she is. I can’t stop making jokes about it. The other day, she called in sick to work, and I offered these explanations whenever the subject came up:
- She got trapped under a slice of cheese.
- She fell into a teacup and, like a spider, could not climb her way back out of it.
- She was walking across a salt shaker and fell down through one of the holes in the lid.
Am I getting across to you how small this girl is? Okay. The second thing about her is that she is incredibly cute, and not just in that “pat on the head” way, either. She works most evenings in the children’s department.
This means:
Several times a day I walk past the children’s department and see a short, skinny girl looking at children’s clothes that I want to rail mercilessly.
It’s unfair that I should feel pedophilic about wanting to fuck a girl who is perfectly legal fucking age.
