not your nether-lips.”
This time I completely lose the plot and burst out laughing. I’m not even bothered about getting dirty looks. When I compose myself again I apologise to Tina. “Forget what I said about ignoring town gossip. From now on I’m coming in here weekly just to talk to you and have my spirits boosted.”
Tina looks at me. “A bit stressed about the wedding, are we?”
A bit stressed is putting it mildly. In combination with robot fiasco setbacks, I’d say my stressor levels are at cracking point.
“Well, I’ve got something to show you that might cheer you up.” Tina bellows at her colleague. “Stacy, bring in the new fangled thingy.”
The what angle whatty?
A blonde girl gets up from her seat at the till and heads down a corridor. When she returns I stand up immediately out of my seat. “All done, Tina.” I state, not as a question. “I’ll leave the twenty here.” Smacking a twenty pound note down onto her table, I run towards the front door.
“But…? I wanted to show you—”
I know exactly what it is Tina wants to show me, because it’s a salon trolley shaped robot that’s floating out of the corridor next to Stacy, and it’s heading straight towards me. “It’s okay, Tina. My nails look great now! I gotta go!”
And with that I take myself, my manicured fingernails and my newly growing fear of robots, out the door.
***
I put the salon robot out of my thoughts completely as I drive home. This bloody town is becoming infested with bots and if I don’t stop panicking about the floating devices, I really am going to lose my mind.
Upon arrival at home I head straight into the kitchen where I grab a banana to eat. I’m chowing down on the carbohydrate filled fruit, but I don’t care. I’m starving and light-headed after coming face to face with yet another robot. A banana is the only thing I do eat though, washed down with a bottle of water from the fridge.
Shaking off guilt pangs of ingesting such a high carb fruit, I dash upstairs. Grabbing as many clothes as I can fit into my arms from the wardrobe, I run back out of the house and shove everything into the car. I’m taking my clothes to Mia’s haberdashery. She’s good friends with, and supplies most of Lara’s bridal gown accessories. Mia also does regular clothing alterations, unlike Lara who only alters wedding apparel.
I’m so chuffed that my clothes actually need taking in that I don’t think twice about the last stupid new robot I almost met today. At least, I wasn’t thinking about robots until noticing there’s yet another bot now in the vicinity.
I’ve barely taken two steps inside Mia’s shop and already I’m confronting a hovering robot.
Of course she has one of Oliver’s bots. Like I was contemplating before, this town is definitely being overrun by mechanical gadgetry.
Dumping my armful of clothes onto the countertop, I steer clear of the tub shaped robot. “Can you take these in by, like, one inch?”
Mia is standing behind the wide counter. “I could, but then they probably wouldn’t fit right.” She comes around the cutting tables and whips a measuring tape off from around her neck. Like Tina’s hair, Mia’s black locks are swept up into a messy bun. However, I have a feeling her hair is being kept in place not by clips, but by all the pens and knitting needles she’s got stuck in there at odd angles.
“My, my.” Mia smiles and the two sewing needles she had stuck between her lips, fall to the floor. “Someone’s lost weight.” She’s pushing at my waist with her hands while poking at the measuring tape she’s wrapped around my middle. “You, bot!” She suddenly shouts. “Take note of these measurements.”
With a whirl and a few clicks the tub shaped robot lights up and floats nearer to us. My hackles are raised and my body stiffens the closer the bot gets. “Relax, Emily.” Mia says. “Your shoulders are tense and messing up my measurements.”
Difficult
This time I completely lose the plot and burst out laughing. I’m not even bothered about getting dirty looks. When I compose myself again I apologise to Tina. “Forget what I said about ignoring town gossip. From now on I’m coming in here weekly just to talk to you and have my spirits boosted.”
Tina looks at me. “A bit stressed about the wedding, are we?”
A bit stressed is putting it mildly. In combination with robot fiasco setbacks, I’d say my stressor levels are at cracking point.
“Well, I’ve got something to show you that might cheer you up.” Tina bellows at her colleague. “Stacy, bring in the new fangled thingy.”
The what angle whatty?
A blonde girl gets up from her seat at the till and heads down a corridor. When she returns I stand up immediately out of my seat. “All done, Tina.” I state, not as a question. “I’ll leave the twenty here.” Smacking a twenty pound note down onto her table, I run towards the front door.
“But…? I wanted to show you—”
I know exactly what it is Tina wants to show me, because it’s a salon trolley shaped robot that’s floating out of the corridor next to Stacy, and it’s heading straight towards me. “It’s okay, Tina. My nails look great now! I gotta go!”
And with that I take myself, my manicured fingernails and my newly growing fear of robots, out the door.
***
I put the salon robot out of my thoughts completely as I drive home. This bloody town is becoming infested with bots and if I don’t stop panicking about the floating devices, I really am going to lose my mind.
Upon arrival at home I head straight into the kitchen where I grab a banana to eat. I’m chowing down on the carbohydrate filled fruit, but I don’t care. I’m starving and light-headed after coming face to face with yet another robot. A banana is the only thing I do eat though, washed down with a bottle of water from the fridge.
Shaking off guilt pangs of ingesting such a high carb fruit, I dash upstairs. Grabbing as many clothes as I can fit into my arms from the wardrobe, I run back out of the house and shove everything into the car. I’m taking my clothes to Mia’s haberdashery. She’s good friends with, and supplies most of Lara’s bridal gown accessories. Mia also does regular clothing alterations, unlike Lara who only alters wedding apparel.
I’m so chuffed that my clothes actually need taking in that I don’t think twice about the last stupid new robot I almost met today. At least, I wasn’t thinking about robots until noticing there’s yet another bot now in the vicinity.
I’ve barely taken two steps inside Mia’s shop and already I’m confronting a hovering robot.
Of course she has one of Oliver’s bots. Like I was contemplating before, this town is definitely being overrun by mechanical gadgetry.
Dumping my armful of clothes onto the countertop, I steer clear of the tub shaped robot. “Can you take these in by, like, one inch?”
Mia is standing behind the wide counter. “I could, but then they probably wouldn’t fit right.” She comes around the cutting tables and whips a measuring tape off from around her neck. Like Tina’s hair, Mia’s black locks are swept up into a messy bun. However, I have a feeling her hair is being kept in place not by clips, but by all the pens and knitting needles she’s got stuck in there at odd angles.
“My, my.” Mia smiles and the two sewing needles she had stuck between her lips, fall to the floor. “Someone’s lost weight.” She’s pushing at my waist with her hands while poking at the measuring tape she’s wrapped around my middle. “You, bot!” She suddenly shouts. “Take note of these measurements.”
With a whirl and a few clicks the tub shaped robot lights up and floats nearer to us. My hackles are raised and my body stiffens the closer the bot gets. “Relax, Emily.” Mia says. “Your shoulders are tense and messing up my measurements.”
Difficult
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