Winning Ways

Winning Ways

It was another boring day at the office as Bambi pulled out her nail file and began shaping her nails.

"Bambi," her boss's voice came over the intercom, "can you bring me a calculator?"

"Right away, Mr. Jackson," she answered. Oh darn, she thought remembering she had to press the button first. Pushing the intercom switch, she repeated herself.

Calculator – hmmmm. She surveyed her desk top and finally spied it under the magazine she had been reading. Picking it up, she stood, balancing on high heels, and minced over to her boss's door.

Bill Jackson admired her from across the room. Bambi was tall and blonde with a penchant for blouses cut too low and skirts too tight. She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, often crossed his mind, but she's a sweet lady. For some reason, that thought was always followed by a grin.

"Say Bambi," he said, "would you get me a cup of coffee while you're up?"

"Oh sure," she purred eliciting a big smile from her boss.

Bambi went to the break room. As she walked in, she noticed the Coke machine. Putting in fifty-cents, she studied the buttons and, choosing one, she pushed it.

She heard "clunk, clunk" followed by a Coke appearing. Picking up the soda can, she smiled and sat it on the nearby counter.

She put in another fifty-cents and, after further study, pushed a different button. "Clunk, clunk." This time a Root Beer appeared.

Digging in her pocketbook, she started looking for more change when a fellow who had been waiting patiently said, "Excuse me. Do you mind if I get a soda while you're looking for more change? I'll just grab one and go."

"No way," Bambi said. "I'm not giving up this machine while I'm winning!"

Notes

Word Count: 299 exactly.

An entry for May 20 "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  [13+]
Prompt: Write a story that includes a nail file, a calculator, and a soda can.

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