She's obviously not interested, and doesn't attempt to hide it, looking everywhere else in the room apart from at me. When she tiredly asks me what I do for a living, I finally crack.
"I'm a biscuit designer."
That gets her attention.
"Really? What ones have you done?"
"You know animal allsorts?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, I did the giraffe."
At this point our three minutes expire and I move on, leaving her looking her baffled and possibly a little scared. 1-0 to me.
"I'm a biscuit designer."
That gets her attention.
"Really? What ones have you done?"
"You know animal allsorts?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, I did the giraffe."
At this point our three minutes expire and I move on, leaving her looking her baffled and possibly a little scared. 1-0 to me.
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