THE ELF

The ELF

I checked into the lab and found a note from my major prof. It directed me to go to the museum of natural history and hand copy an inscription as a substitute for a pending exam. I grabbed my supplies and took a taxi there. The office issued my gallery permit and I set to work. A short while later this tiny blond blue eyed femme fatale’ strolls up and asks, “Just what do you think you are doing”? I asked if she was museum staff and she flashed me an id too quickly for me to inspect so I did the same with the gallery consent. She made a little sound of disapproval and said quite audibly “The things they can train them to do these days”! Infuriated, I told her to step closer and when she brazenly did I took her wrist and brought her closer and said, “You little racist bitch I am not the one to insult”! I let her go and as she stepped back she said, “I am not intimidated” and I replied, “I checked your pulse at your wrist”. She sucked her teeth and walked away. I found it odd that she was almost doing a cross over stride that made her ample ass sway considerably as she looked back.
A little over an hour passed and I felt a presence looking over my shoulder. It was the little racist bitch. “You are not to consume any food or beverage in the gallery, so what do you intend to do now that it is lunch time”? I said I would figure it out. The nervy bitch whispered loud enough for me to hear, “We have to take care of these uppity Black ones too”. I turned and before I could say a word she said, “I guess I will have to buy you lunch, so let’s go”. Intrigued I walked with her to the cafeteria where I got the most expensive item listed. She paid and led me to a remote corner to dine. “When are you getting finished in there” she asked rolling her eyes. I said another hour and she said she would come to check. Again she walked off twisting.
As if she had been watching from some vantage point, she popped up as soon as I finished and packed my materials. “How did you get here” ? I said taxi.