So........ Standing in our little kitchen in work yesterday morning, washing my brekky bowl out and grabbing a cuppa to take up to the print room with me ..... and I'm chatting and messing about with the cleaner girls that come in twice a week, Becca and Christine. Lovely girls, the pair of them ...... work their arses off, bounced from pillar to post in their cleaning jobs, having to pick the mess up after some of the worst excuses for human beings I've ever heard of ....... And they do it all with a joke and a smile and just get on with it. I swear, if I ever win the feckin lottery, I'm retiring the pair of them. If ever two people deserved it, it's these two.
Now ..... Christine is 44, as am I ....... She's a girl that's had more than her fair share of downs, rather than ups, over the years and still puts one foot in front of the other with more enthusiasm than a Japanese gameshow contestant. She's a lovely looking girl and, 20 years younger, must have broken hearts.
Becca, on the other hand, is 22 going on 23 ....... and may as well be Christine's daughter in that, one way or the other, she seems to have practically raised her since she turned twelve years old along with her own daughter. They work together and, impressive to me, Becca has the same cast iron approach to life as Christine. I have a niece and nephew around her age and I wish they had a tenth of her approach to getting on with shit, I really do. She's about 5'4", slim ... a little waiflike, in fact ..... gorgeous blue eyes, dark hair and she's a quiet girl ........ or at least that's how she seems. I think people may have the impression of her that she's perhaps a little 'not there' or slow, but no; she's just quiet.
She's quiet ...... but far from bleeding shy, mind you. Christine had warned me about this ..... and to this day, amuses herself greatly at my expense as I find out how 'not shy' our gorgeous little Becca actually is. So ...... the three of us are in that little kitchen yesterday ...... cracking jokes, as you do ....... and Christine happens to mentions tattoos. I know Becca has on on her lower back, so when she said she wanted one more...... Well, I thought she only had the one ...... so I asked her how many she had .... and she said "four". Intrigued, now .... I asked her where they were. She points to her lower back, her upper shoulder, the front of her arm and her right side ....... All general locations, as she's wearing a loose, long sleeved top and leggings.
I said "Didn't know you had that many Becca .... What's the one on your side?" ....... and
this is where it all got a little ..... well ..... interesting. I was dimly aware of Christine's voice somewhere to the right of me, telling me that this tattoo was her 'big one'. I was absolutely and starkly aware of Becca stepping right up to me, turning her right side to me and saying "Yep, this one!" ......... At which point she lifts her top up her side to show me the star designs inked up that way, but
then traps her top in her armpit so her arms are free to grab hold of her leggings to pop them down obligingly far enough for me to see the downward extent of her body art ........ It was mid thigh ...... use your imagination.
So .... Essentially, I'm standing in a tiny kitchen and a gorgeous 22 year old is standing about six inches away from me in her feckin underwear. All I could say was: "Becca ...... you just get your arse right out for me to have a good look at, why don't you babe?" ...... at which point, Christine went into hysterics, laughing. Becca straightens herself out, in no rush, telling us she hasn't got an arse, what's the fuss about? Christine, calming a little, tells me she warned me about Becca ....... Although I'd generally associate warnings with danger and the only thing I was in danger of here was having to go and stick my head under a cold tap for a minute.
So .... just so I'm clear after writing all that shite:
"...standing in a tiny kitchen and a gorgeous 22 year old is standing about six inches away from me in her feckin underwear....."
That's what made my Friday a fecking humdinger of a day ......... And just the thought of it today is making Saturday a bloody good day, too ..... So I thought I'd share