Hmm I don't see what it is about this place. The Jaguar waits prowling for action, but the weather beats down upon it with harshness and bird turds. Mr. Neuman Jr. knows there is something off. He can't get his mind off of it. People around here are just so "exorbitant" is all he can think of. Who ever heard of such nonsense and oddity. His neighbor has a pesky guest which until recently did Neuman realize that the nasal and screechy voice came from that of a crow. Parrots talk, even falcons are smart, but a talking crow? Maybe the change of climate is affecting him. Even more astonishing is the small victories these people get in this situation. A stripper that takes pride in getting money for 'exploiting' her clients. How odd to think of yourself a good person for doing something so desperate, so... despicable. Neuman ponders staring out onto the landscape. The sudden exclamation that "THE WORLD IS ROUND" echoes in the streets. Neuman slaps his face. He could be at home inheriting the precious position of the company and really be contributing. He could be actually doing something productive. The Jaguar waits seemingly falling apart in the parking lot the keys still on the hood.
No the company can wait. This is important. It must be. This is the key to success, understanding what these people live like, knowing what to look for... but it's just so difficult to adapt to such a simple world. Neuman sighs and hits the door glancing at the contacts of some of the hotel's participants. A Doctor! There's the solution. Surely a Dr. would be a refreshing bit of high life. Perhaps this man is doing the same as he! Perhaps this Dr. is merely staying to heroically cure the sick around this town. Just a little break from living with so many people beneath him. Neuman straightens out fixes his composure and strides down the hall remaining conscious of his appearance and being friendly to those he passed by. Knocking on the door of Dr. A. Gallagher opening straight to the point: "Good evening, my name is Mr. Paul Neuman, might I ask what your doctorate is in?"
"...he was about to give up when he heard a knock on his door. Cursing under his breath, Aaron flung the covers from his body and slipped his feet into his lime-green terrycloth slippers. He hurried to the door, having not been in contact with any of his neighbors and hoping for a lucid conversation, though also dreading the possibility of confronting another lunatic. He peered through the peep-hole and viewed two lush, bluish-green eyes glancing down at an angle, inhabiting a man's face. The fish-bowl quality of the peep-hole seemed to dramatically shrink the man's head in proportion to the rest of his body, while somehow keeping his eyes true to size. Aaron unlocked his deadbolt and opened the door only enough so that he could stick his head out without offering his entire figure for the man to look at. Immediately, a wide grin, obviously forced beyond its natural extent, spread itself over the man's face.
ReplyDelete"Good evening, my name is Mr. Paul Neuman, might I ask what your doctorate is in?" the man cheerfully inquired.
"Well, I'm not a medical doctor, if you need one. Is someone hurt?""