'A bit of a slab' she said with a sneer. She was now walking the office walls, trying to smear. She was sporting some rock shoes that were considered quite sticky.
'That girl is a problem, I find her quite tricky. I just have this feeling she's taking the Mick. For God's sake, I'm sorry, but why won't my right foot stick?'
'I'm sorry too,' he said, with a smile (that was fake). 'What do you mean by a 'slab'? Are we talking that cake? That cake on your desk looks quite good, I must say. For myself, I'm convinced that a cake a day keeps the doctor away. Do please give me first option before chucking it away.'
'Slabs rarely have features or face holds,' somewhat enigmatically, as she gripped the dado rail desperately, perhaps over-dramatically. 'Look,' she said, 'I'm trying to locate my centre of gravity. If I keep my weight too close to the wall, I will certainly fall. The reason: I risk not using my feet at all. Perhaps my shoes are too large when then should really feel too small?'
'Once again, your words elude me,' he conceded.
She chalked her hands and stared at the cake. But her mind was elsewhere; on the wall before her, and the man who could lead it. The one who did one-finger pull-ups and ate chilies un-deseeded. The one for whom she had started to bake. It had to be said, he made her feel great.
'So, I'm waiting. What do you mean by saying that that girl was a slab?'
'For fear of repetition, I refer you to the dictionary; 'slab' means viscous, thick and sticky.'
'And your point is?'
'There are 'customers' like her who come across easy, 'cos they say what you want to hear even though they are lazy. Even so, if you place a foot wrong with them, you will stumble, and badly. You will tumble, scraping your skin as you go,' she said somewhat sadly. 'Your shoes may be sticky, but if the customer is thick and tricky, it really doesn't matter. At some point you'll slip and end up badly bruised. It leaves me feeling quite low,' she added, 'and far from amused.'
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