... and so, I WAS filling the DEPOSIT slip. SUDDENLY, She walked into the BANKING hall, her POINTED shoe announcing her arrival minutes before you saw her. She wore that kind of dress that CONVINCES you that heaven is missing an angel and you open your mouth with the expression of, 'OMO RE E' (WOW!!! Beautiful babe)
IF YOU see the AROMA sorry PERCEIVE the AROMA of her perfume, ONE would easily finish a bowl of EBA because of its sweetness. And the phone which she STYLISHLY held to her ear, without minding the SECURITY guy frantically waving at her that calls are not allowed in banking halls, MEHN the phone is a phone of TIMBRE and CALIBRE. It will cost a fortune.
SHE walked majestically like the QUEEN of sheba, rolling her eyes like ROLLER-COASTER. So, She stepped forward, picked a DEPOSIT slip and searched FRANTICALLY for a pen. About five guys offered her their pens (Awon werey) but, shame to bad people, she took mine maybe because I was CLOSEST to her.
After a while, or a LOOONG while because time STOOD still, she stood up and inched CLOSER to me. She whispered: "Please can you spell 'eighty' for me?" I looked down at her deposit slip, CHAI I was SHOCKED, AMAZED, BEWILDERED, SUPRISED, FLABBERGASTED, MAROONED She'd written: 'eehty tausanh'!
I didn't know when I shouted, SANGO oooo!!! I hissed and snatched my biro from her hand. FINE FACE no BRAINS. Common 'eighty' you cannot fit to be spelling it in correction.
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