Long blonde hair was

rumpled rooms rumpled rooms rumpled rooms

Long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, her
hand held the curtain lightly. Standing in the window of her Hotel
room in her underwear, looking out at the world seemingly unaware
that some of the world were looking back. She lingered by the glass
for quite some time before turning back into the darkness of her room,
closing the curtains behind her.

In the last 24 hours I have been asked a bunch of stupid/pointless/lazy
arse questions:

"Does Simon have his cell phone on?" [phone call]

"What's the date on Monday?"

"Why isn't it starting?" [broken car]

"Would you like a piece of strudel?"

"Do you know what the time is?"

"Are you still grumpy?"

"Do you have any jumper leads?"

"Have you left yet?" [land line phone call]

"Aren't you finished yet?"