"Where do you live?" he asked casually. This guy had bought her a drink and was trying to pick her up. She looked at him curiously, then laughed. It was a lousy pick-up line.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
He was trying very hard to act cool, which showed and made him look very uncool.
"Why wouldn't I believe you?"
"You don't seem to be the imaginative type."
"I have plenty of imagination." That statment alone showed that he didn't. "Oh come on, just tell me where you live. What harm can it do?"
"None to me," she replied," but you might be forever altered."
He considered that a challenge.
"Do you know the building on the corner of 3rd and Main?"
"Which corner?"
"The northwest corner. Red brick, 12 stories, dark stone trim, roccoco style."
"Yes, I think so. Isn't that the Fisher or Mesher or something like that Building?"
"It's the Escher Building."
"I know it," he boasted.
"If you go to the 12th floor, to the stairwell, I live at the next step."
"So you're on the 12th Floor?"
"No, I'm at the next step."
He looked confused. "So, you're on the 13th floor?"
"No," she sighed, "just at the next step."
"I think you're just messing with me. What a waste of a drink." He walked off a bit huffy and indignant.
She shrugged. It wasn't the first time that had happened.
She left the bar and walked home. She got to 3rd and Main and entered the brick, roccoco style building with dark stone trim. She took the elevator to the 12th floor, walked down the hall to the stairway and went through the door to the stiarwell, where she stood at the landing for the 12th floor. To her left was one step and a blank wall. She took the next step....
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
He was trying very hard to act cool, which showed and made him look very uncool.
"Why wouldn't I believe you?"
"You don't seem to be the imaginative type."
"I have plenty of imagination." That statment alone showed that he didn't. "Oh come on, just tell me where you live. What harm can it do?"
"None to me," she replied," but you might be forever altered."
He considered that a challenge.
"Do you know the building on the corner of 3rd and Main?"
"Which corner?"
"The northwest corner. Red brick, 12 stories, dark stone trim, roccoco style."
"Yes, I think so. Isn't that the Fisher or Mesher or something like that Building?"
"It's the Escher Building."
"I know it," he boasted.
"If you go to the 12th floor, to the stairwell, I live at the next step."
"So you're on the 12th Floor?"
"No, I'm at the next step."
He looked confused. "So, you're on the 13th floor?"
"No," she sighed, "just at the next step."
"I think you're just messing with me. What a waste of a drink." He walked off a bit huffy and indignant.
She shrugged. It wasn't the first time that had happened.
She left the bar and walked home. She got to 3rd and Main and entered the brick, roccoco style building with dark stone trim. She took the elevator to the 12th floor, walked down the hall to the stairway and went through the door to the stiarwell, where she stood at the landing for the 12th floor. To her left was one step and a blank wall. She took the next step....
