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Atchoo! she will sneeze as soon as she sights him and then proceed to blow her nose loudly into a tissue. That should bring him to her table. If it doesn't, she will go on to moan and groan in a low voice. That should do the trick. And once he comes over, he is bound to enquire about her health. I'm okay, she will whisper in a feeble tone. But he will not be convinced. So he will ask her again how she was really feeling. To be honest, she will begin, my head feels like it is being pounded by a million little red hot hammers. And my body...she will pause unable to continue. She will wipe an imaginary tear from her eye. He will nod like he understands. I know, he will say, I felt the same last week. You must have caught the flu bug from me. I should never have forced you try the soup from my plate. I'm so sorry. He will shake his head several times in contrition. Why don't you go home today? he will offer. But there's so much work to be done, she will sound distraught. Your well-being comes first, he will insist, take the day off. And she will submit reluctantly. For now, she waits. Drumming her fingers on the table.


coming to think of it, i was planning for a stomach upset tomoro..:O)
Mahadevan said…
An innocent sneeze or groan and moan are better than killing grand mothers to take the day off.
Rubic_Cube said…
Mmmmm... "A little bit of attention will do me good" kinda strategy? Huh? I see these kind of things happening a lot of school children. Remember the starting of the movie "Ferris Bueller's Day Off"? (I simply love that movie) Mathew Broderick does something similar. Feigns illness with all sorts of symptoms thrown in for a good measure. And how does he do that? Clammy hands come from licking your hands and leaving them out for a minute. :-) Ewww.. But then hell.. It works. Doesn't it?

{All of us just love to wallow in the attention derived from opposite sex when we feign weakness and the other person wants to offer comfort}
Bubby said…

Evanaavadu enakku mobile la Friday fone pannanna naa ippadi daan pesardu

"hullllooooo..*moook urinjing sound*....ya...ya.. badddd cold... *mook urinjing sound*.. sorry eh! wont be able to take up this work during the weekend "mmmmmmmooook urinjals*.. thanks ..hope so.. should be ok by monday... byeeeee"
apu said…
Bah! Ammani, for once your story rings such bosses exist :)
shammi said…
How many unknown/unrecognised actors and actresses there are in this world - all the (name any muscle-bound moron) and (name any vapid starlet) would be put to shame :)
ashok said…
haha!anubavam pesudhaa?
Casement said…
Relationships at work ARE costly!:)Perhaps, the man in your story doesn't see Oprah Winfrey show:))

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For fifty, I've begun
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