He carried his sock with him all the time. Yes, he has a weird habit, but don't we all? Yes, he loves his sock.
"Do you have a problem with this, miss? Maybe you'll want a sniff too. Or should I give you a taste of wet sock? Maybe then you'll learn to keep your eyes to yourself."
Whenever he felt the urge coming, that stringy feeling at the back of his neck which runs like an electric vibration right into the depth of his nostril, he feels the compulsion to pull out that sock and give his nose its comforting little rub, and take a whiff of that stinky smell. Um.. so appealing.
It is an unremarkable little sock. Navy blue with a little red logo on the side which said "Beedoo Speed". HE loved seeing those little red words, they always manage to cheer him up no matter how bad his day has been. He calls the little guy "Speed" out of affection.
Every morning he would be sure to put the following items in the according order into his backpack:
1)Speed
2)His wallet
3)His handphone
4)His keys
5)His yellow folder with Harry Potter on a broomstick looking his menacing best
6)And whatever other miscellaneous items he might need for the day
Everything was going fine for him. Everything was as it should always have been. Trouble started when his mother came to visit.
"My dear! No woman is ever gonna want a sock sniffing weirdo. Don't you think it's time you got rid of "Speed"?"
"Ma, we've been through this a million times, Speed's with me. Anyone whoever can't accept Speed will never have a chance with me anyway."
"but dear.."
"I'm sorry to have to cut you off Ma, but craving calls, Speed is beckoning. And don't you have to continue touring the city with your book club ladies? Ta-da"
That was supposed to have been the end of the discussion. He had thought he made himself quite clear to his mother. But two days later, he received her call saying that she had made a dinner reservation for him and a mystery date. Some daughter of her bosom buddy in the association of ex-cafeteria ladies and caterers. She had very cleverly booked a table at his favorite restaurant. SO the temptation was too great to miss. But she had forebade him to bring Speed with him.
Rubbing Speed under his nostril a few times to calm himself and to clear his head in view of this impending disaster, he decided to go for the dinner and be at his obnoxious best.
After placing Speed gingerly into his backpack, he set off. His head full of marvellous schemes to make sure whoever his date was would never stay five minutes into the dinner. Leaving him to enjoy his food and Speed's company in peace. The restaurant was tricky. Once the manager had told him that other customers found his behavior disgusting. Can you believe the man? He actually said the word "Disgusting." Anyhow, he found a way to slip Speed into his dinner napkin when the urge came, discreetly. Not that he found his relationship with Speed to be anything worth hiding. It was only so that he would be allowed to continue patronzing the damn place. Damn his love of the food. He had explained this to Speed and found Speed to be very accomodating.
He reached the restaurant and had barely settled down when he was hit with the craving. the shivers and the itch inside his nose. He unzipped his backpack, slipped Speed into his napkin brought it to his nose took a deep satisfying breath. As he was breathing in the salty stink, he saw a petit girlish red head, no he would say orange haired figure approaching him. He had to admit, his mum did a pretty good job, she was the type of girl he might look at a second time in a pharmacy.
Then the unbelivable happened. Just as he was reaching down to put Speed into his bag, a waiter rushing an order slammed right into his moving arm. It sent Speed flying through the air across the restaurant straight into the face of the orange-haired girl. With reflex of lightning she caught Speed just as it was about to hit her in the face.
"I believe you dropped this." She said quite calmly.
He looked up to see her smiling down at him. Her T-shirt had a red logo that said "Beedoo Spree". He had a feeling that tonight is going to go very well.
"Do you have a problem with this, miss? Maybe you'll want a sniff too. Or should I give you a taste of wet sock? Maybe then you'll learn to keep your eyes to yourself."
Whenever he felt the urge coming, that stringy feeling at the back of his neck which runs like an electric vibration right into the depth of his nostril, he feels the compulsion to pull out that sock and give his nose its comforting little rub, and take a whiff of that stinky smell. Um.. so appealing.
It is an unremarkable little sock. Navy blue with a little red logo on the side which said "Beedoo Speed". HE loved seeing those little red words, they always manage to cheer him up no matter how bad his day has been. He calls the little guy "Speed" out of affection.
Every morning he would be sure to put the following items in the according order into his backpack:
1)Speed
2)His wallet
3)His handphone
4)His keys
5)His yellow folder with Harry Potter on a broomstick looking his menacing best
6)And whatever other miscellaneous items he might need for the day
Everything was going fine for him. Everything was as it should always have been. Trouble started when his mother came to visit.
"My dear! No woman is ever gonna want a sock sniffing weirdo. Don't you think it's time you got rid of "Speed"?"
"Ma, we've been through this a million times, Speed's with me. Anyone whoever can't accept Speed will never have a chance with me anyway."
"but dear.."
"I'm sorry to have to cut you off Ma, but craving calls, Speed is beckoning. And don't you have to continue touring the city with your book club ladies? Ta-da"
That was supposed to have been the end of the discussion. He had thought he made himself quite clear to his mother. But two days later, he received her call saying that she had made a dinner reservation for him and a mystery date. Some daughter of her bosom buddy in the association of ex-cafeteria ladies and caterers. She had very cleverly booked a table at his favorite restaurant. SO the temptation was too great to miss. But she had forebade him to bring Speed with him.
Rubbing Speed under his nostril a few times to calm himself and to clear his head in view of this impending disaster, he decided to go for the dinner and be at his obnoxious best.
After placing Speed gingerly into his backpack, he set off. His head full of marvellous schemes to make sure whoever his date was would never stay five minutes into the dinner. Leaving him to enjoy his food and Speed's company in peace. The restaurant was tricky. Once the manager had told him that other customers found his behavior disgusting. Can you believe the man? He actually said the word "Disgusting." Anyhow, he found a way to slip Speed into his dinner napkin when the urge came, discreetly. Not that he found his relationship with Speed to be anything worth hiding. It was only so that he would be allowed to continue patronzing the damn place. Damn his love of the food. He had explained this to Speed and found Speed to be very accomodating.
He reached the restaurant and had barely settled down when he was hit with the craving. the shivers and the itch inside his nose. He unzipped his backpack, slipped Speed into his napkin brought it to his nose took a deep satisfying breath. As he was breathing in the salty stink, he saw a petit girlish red head, no he would say orange haired figure approaching him. He had to admit, his mum did a pretty good job, she was the type of girl he might look at a second time in a pharmacy.
Then the unbelivable happened. Just as he was reaching down to put Speed into his bag, a waiter rushing an order slammed right into his moving arm. It sent Speed flying through the air across the restaurant straight into the face of the orange-haired girl. With reflex of lightning she caught Speed just as it was about to hit her in the face.
"I believe you dropped this." She said quite calmly.
He looked up to see her smiling down at him. Her T-shirt had a red logo that said "Beedoo Spree". He had a feeling that tonight is going to go very well.
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