Who: Hall and Summers
What: The standup
So Summers and I are hanging out on the porch this lovely evening. We don't have dates, boyfriends, or fiancés, but we have Benny. The bench. We are having our own creeper fun. Earlier I (Hall) was going into our apartment and noticed a well dressed, young man bounding up some stairs in excitement. Obviously a date to see MoTab. I went inside and then told Mollie that we should go hang out outside.
We came out and settled on our bench when I noticed the exact same well-dressed, young man walking in front of our apartment again. Strange. He goes around the corner and we hear some knocking. Then we heard a voice, "Hello? Hello?" Oh. No. Was he in the process of being stood up? He kept knocking and calling, knocking and calling. As Mollie and I sat there wondering what was going on, we watched as he slowly walked down the small flight of stairs. He stopped. He then turned his head and looked back at the apartment in hope that his supposed date would open the door. (" Maybe she was unable to answer because she was stuck in her closet making a quick wardrobe change at the last second and got tangled up. Obviously.") Alas, no one came out. He took off his jacket and looked down at his phone and back up again. He turned and walked 20 steps and paused, again looking back. Still nothing. He started walking away again, but convinced that for some reason his date would show up at the door he stopped again at the corner of the building, his last hope fading. Realizing his efforts would yield no result he ran away. Poor kid.
So readers. What do you think really happened?
That's so sad! Poor boy!
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