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100 Themed Drabbles
83. Mail (Word Count: 473)
"And your reason for complaint is…?" the squat, middle-aged lady at the back office asked, peering over her pair outdated red-rim spectacles at him.
"It's just—it's, well, it's complicated."
"Well, unfortunately, 'it's complicated' isn't one of the options on this form," the lady said with a rather bored glance look down at the paperwork in front of her.
"Look—" Mamoru began—then, holding up a hand in a conciliatory manner, casting a quick glance at the receptionist's nametag, and giving her the most charming smile he could muster, "Look, Heidi, all I'm doing is asking a favor. I know that you can help me, isn't that right? All it'll take is a little click."
Heidi stared at him.
"Come on, a young, able lady like yourself? It won't cost you anything, just a bit of your time. What do you say?"
"I'll tell you the truth." Mamoru looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers, leaned in, and whispered, "The mailman who works on our block is a little too, er, cute for my taste, if you know what I mean. I don't want to take any chances while temptation is so close by. My wife—"
"Ah." Heidi held up a pudgy hand to stop him. "Say no more. I know exactly what you mean."
Mamoru straightened up at once. "You do?"
Relief spread across his face as he sighed and smiled at her. "Thank you."
"I'll have the change made within the month."
"I can't tell you how grateful I am. If there's anything I can do—you know, for a beautiful woman such as yourself—"
Heidi smiled as she stamped the form. "That's all right, honey. You don't have to act with me."
"Act? I'm not sure what you mean—"
"There is, however," she went on, her eyes widening with sudden suggestiveness, "one little thing you can do for me."
"If you have any male friends—"
"No problem," Mamoru said at once.
"—who are straighter than you, that would be great," she finished, folding her hands on the desk and beaming up at him in anticipation.
There was a moment where nothing could be heard but the sound of utter horror clanging as the receptionist's meaning sank in.
"Hang on, I—I'm not—" Mamoru stammered, mortified.
"That's all right, dearie." She gave him what was clearly meant to be a reassuring squeeze on the hand. "You don't have to worry about me telling your wife. Just make sure you tell your friend, okay?"
Mamoru bolted as fast as he could for the doorway, but it was not enough to shut out the low voice of the receptionist to the worker next to her as the doors slid open, "The good ones always are, honey. The good ones always are."