I was sitting
at the front desk
of the gym where I worked,
when my friend Bobby
walked in.

We chatted awhile,
until he grimaced,
stepped back from the counter,
lifted a leg
and cut a loud ****
of the earth shaking variety.

“Jesus!” I said,
as we both giggled
like schoolboys.

Just then we both heard
the click click
of high heels coming
out of the locker room
and down the hallway.

He looked at me, wide eyed,
grabbed his gym bag,
and bolted
into an adjacent room.

Leaving me there,
in all of It.
****.

And it was the one
I feared it might be,
she of the goddess face
and statuesque figure,
whom we both coveted.

There she was,
click clicking her way
toward me,
right into It.

She smiled, said
“Have a nice day...”
“Day” trailing off
as she reached the
cloud’s odiferous perimeter.

She snorted somewhat,
looking at me
with furrowed brow,
then turned her head
and click clicked quickly
out the door.

I sighed,
hung my head in defeat,
but was unable
to suppress
a creeping grin.

Well played,
you *******.