close encounter of the 'third' kind

As i went down to the basement to do my weekly laundry i found a fat american guy already using both the machines. I thought i'll wait till he gets done. This is what ensued:

Fat American Guy: Heyy there!

Me: Hi

Fat American Guy: I'm using both the machines. I have to wash my khakhis and shirts in one and my underwear and socks in the other one. I'll be done soon

Me: Ok.

Fat American Guy : My name is.....

Me: Hi i'm Soham

Fat American Guy : So.... (looks at my shorts) what do you do So-ham

Me: (a lil perturbed) i work for Lufthansa (didnt know what else to say)

Fat American Guy : Oh great! I work for North West Airlines. Just moved in to this hotel a few days back. Man...they dont even give a basket for carrying your laundry.
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5 mins later
And i'm sitting here on a 4'th of july weekend doing my laundry while my friends are having a drinking binge.

Me: i know how it feels to be away from friends.


As i move around the small room his eyes make a locus of pts arnd and below my waist line.

Fat American Guy : So do you have a girl friend So-ham?

Thinking i have to make sure he doesnt get me wrong...or right..whichever way you see it.

Me : Oh yeah..i've been seeing someone for quite some time now.

Fat American Guy : Is she here with you now?

Me: No she lives in Australia

Fat American Guy : Ohh...a long distance relationship huh! It must be so HARD for you to stay celibate at this age.

Me: Yup. (then suddenly correcting myself )
Well i have to. I have to respect the relationship...i mean she is probably going through the same pains i'm going through.

Fat American Guy : She is a lucky girl.

Me: ( ohh kayyyy) Are u gonna sit here till your laundry is done?

Fat American Guy : Yeah i have nothing better to do. What are you doing tonight?

Me: Ohh i'm going out with this friend of mine. We are going out for dinner.

Fat American Guy : A guy friend?

Me : No a girl.

Fat American Guy : Oh ok. Good. ( with a nod which makes the "good" sound more like a "hmmmm" )

Looks at my shorts again

Me : Listen i have some stuff to attend to. I'll leave my clothes here and come back in some time. Even you'll be done by then

Fat American Guy : Nonsense my friend. Mine is almost done...look that one has already finished.

He goes over and takes out his clothes from one of the washers. I go upto the washing machine to load my clothes and my undies fall off from the sides. He picks it up..not with 2 fingers that i would've have probably used to pick up someone else's used undies if i had tried to pick any in the first place, but by grabbing it in a tight clenched fist, as if unwilling to let go.

Me: Thanks.

Fat American Guy : **SMILES**

I quickly fill in my laundry..making sure nothing falls this time.

Me: Ok gotta go. It was a pleas...it was nice meeting u.

The guy takes my hand into his. Holds it like i wud've held M's and says...

Fat American Guy: Will see you around then.


I ran to my room and called up M. Cudnt get through. Then i called B...told her abt my 'encounter' and then i called M and told her the same thing. Switched on the TV and saw naked girls play sports ... and i was cleansed again.



p.s. Please abbreviate Fat American Guy for full effect.