On a peaceful saturday morning, your beloved Miguel had got up around 10 and had a late breakfast with tea and cookies. Later on he was at the laptop checking his emails, and it took him a little while to realize that the doorbell was ringing (his room faces the back and the sounds from the street come quite muffled). As he got downstairs and opened the door, there stood this Asian girl with a little trolley by her side. "Hi, I'm a friend of *** (Miguel's flatmate). Does he live here?", she goes. "Yes, he does. Are you lookin' for him?". And that was her criptical answer:
"No, I just wanted to be sure he lived here. Listen, I am in a rush now, can I take a quick shower?"
Now, a couple of awkward seconds passed by (they felt like hours, I can tell you:), after which Miguel said "yeah, sure, no problem. Come inside, I'll show you where it is." He took her upstairs and showed where the shower and the toilet were, then went back to his things. He hasn't seen her again ever since. She took a shower and left, as she had arrived some time before.
Miguel is now considering the idea of placing a sign outside: 10minutes SHOWER, £2, HOT WATER INCLUDED. Discounts available for groups.
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