oh craig, you sly devil...

so, i'm sitting in the model home where us sales people have come to lurk since our internet is completely gone at the office.

babyface has turned on the t.v. to SMOOTHJazz for a little background music, i'm not much for tacky elevator jazz, but what choice do i have?

both sales guys leave for lunch...

But, hark! What joyous golden songbird has swooped down from the pearly gates themselves to tease me with music from Heaven above?

i stop typing and look up...
and for a moment, time is frozen.
my breathing stops.
we lock eyes.

we lock mustaches.

me and craig.

pure sax.

oh craig!

i get you!
do you feel that?

our moment was brief! but real.

real jazzy.

i look forward to the next interlude. until then, sax on...