Down the Hallway

Beautiful summer sunny day. You could smell the air of freshness wondering through your hallway, crawling underneath you doorway into your room. Glances through the window and you could see the green grass and tree branches swaying in the wind. Yet today was another loser moment for me, I have yet to want to step outside. Twas I knew the deep summer heat would deep fry me like a oven roasted chicken. I keep my cool staying in the air conditioned room.

Again, like always, I was on my computer. And you guessed it, I was on HP. I'm a regular addict, which would hardly go a day without HP. A day without HP is like a day without smiles on everyone's faces. I chatted with the regulars. You know, the regulars, people who are always there with me. Other addicts, but I think they would prefer being called regulars since addict makes it seem like they are druggies. Chatting along about nonsense, like always, we never have anything too important to share with one another. We just blather along say stupid things here and there to make one another laugh or so type out lol and lmao. Little do we know that the person on the other screen is even laughing or even grinning their teeth just a bit.

I continued my lightness spur and encountered a pc. In HP terms, a pc would mean personal chat or private chat. Whichever you prefer to call it. Most of the regulars do not fond upon pcs, we would rather chat publicly on the main chat. Most of us would reply with these terms, "NO PC PLEASE," and continue on with our daily nonsense activities. This pc had said hi to me. I was bored at the moment so I return their pc in a friendly manner.

I simply entered a hello. This person who which pced me, suddenly almost instantly said "411". To me, I personally find the term 411 overused and of to no meaning. When a person asks for 411, what am I supposed to give them and what not to? And plus, if we were to give all of our information out at one time, the conversation would go no where and end there. So I puporsely tell them some random name only. This was only because I couldn't careless to personally know this person or I felt that they might stalk me. And to my liking, this time, I told them my Hmong name, Xeng.

In return, I kindly asked for her name. She replied with a gesture of her name. I thought to myself, how awkward, she poses the same name as someone down the hallway. I then asked her what her age was. She replied and the pieces matched. Location, picture, and even Asiantown. To my surprise, every piece of the puzzle matched. So in refute, I didn't continue to give her a gathering of my information.

I exited out of that pc and silently laughed to myself. And to this day, she has yet to know that I was the guy behind the screen, even though she was as little as a few doors down the hallway...