When the batteries died, there was no more channel changing to do. He had been zapping all day long, and now, it was time to stop. He stood up, and turned out the TV, “Seven hours without watching anything, geez, TV has become lame.” He said to himself. We gave a walk around this flat, thinking about interesting things to do, but he was not interesting, or creative enough to become interesting in that moment. He opened the fridge, there wasn’t even anything to eat, or to cook and then eat. So he went to his room, changed his shirt and jeans, and left the house towards the most interesting restaurant he could find. Heading downtown, he saw this place, full of mirrors. To his understanding, places full of mirrors where somehow a synonym of interesting-people places, so the parked there. As he entered, he realized his assumptions where probably not mistaken, (finally). So he made his way in, and sat on the first two-person table he saw, he didn’t even wait for the hostess to assign him, but that was what interesting people did, they sat there as if they where family friends.
Turning around the place, he saw some interesting faces, which included, (most importantly) female interesting faces. A redhead girl with messed up hair, and clothes full of color saw him, he smiled and she returned the smile… oh this was way far interesting for him. He ordered something to drink with an exotic name, and the girl kept sending interesting sights at him, he felt nervous… (was this the end to his uninteresting life?)

[Mrs. K i t e ]