Excuse Me, Excuse Me

You’re eating lunch I see, and it smells delicious. Do you know I can’t get through this little door? Would someone help me? Or if you drop something from the table, would you  . . . . ?

Whoa, I think someone just dropped a little meat. Please kick it over here, this way.

I’d appreciate that. Can you hear my eyes talking to you? Hey, now no one’s looking. Hey.

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