Day CXLV

Da peeper

     In the sixties I used to work in a maritime warehouse on Water Street, in the wall street area. It was an old wooden building dating back to at least the early nineteenth century, our 2^nd floor office was incredibly acoustic, and you could hear the slightest little sound from anywhere in the room.

     In the office we kept track of inventories, shipping, arrivals, billing, and the guys who worked through out the warehouse. There were five desks in that office: mine, John, the manager, and Denise’s, his wife; we were full time. We also had Angelina, and Jacob who were part timers. At the time Jacob, married, fortish, a balding retired postal worker, who thought he was discreet, was a peeper, and new to the group. He thought he was cool as he silently, positioned himself below Angie, as she climbed high up on the ladders to either get files or put them away.

     Miniskirts were the fashion, and Angie made them look better than any thing, any designer ever imagined. Jay loved to ogle her gorgeous, round ass, when ever she was up on the ladders. But, she was both annoyed, and very aware of his peeping.

      One day she says to me, “Ya na, I na wat dat creep is up to, but I’m up da and there’s nuting I can do.”

     “Y’all think a sompen,” I told her.

     This went on for a week or so, she was getting tired of it, but she didn’t know what to do, and she didn’t want to bring attention to herself or get embarrassed. She knew that Jay liked to chew gum, he was trying to quit smoking, so when he wasn’t smoking he was happily chewing away like a cow on cud.