mulligan, noun - a free shot sometimes given to a golfer when the previous shot was poorly played.

So I leave work around 6pm or so. It's still warm and sunny out, being downtown San Jose. I have my laptop bag slung over one shoulder and a box from Amazon tucked under the other arm as I walk into the parking garage behind our building.

I walk up to the elevator and standing in front of me is this tall, leggy attractive woman w/ short dark hair. She's in jeans, some kinda print shirt and has sunglasses perched on her head. The door opens and the two of us enter. She happens to hit three, so I remain quiet. We have a little eye contact. I'm wearing my best "casual cool and not interested, but actually kinda am" look. I'm sporting a nice tan from a coupla Giants games. Then the girl speaks to me (and it's not something I'm just imagining).

"So what's in that box?"

I try to hide my general excitement she's talking to me and cooly say,

"Books."

She smiles, nodding her head. Then we arrive on three. We both get out and walk to our cars. about halfway to mine it hit me: I'm in the middle of silicon valley with an Amazon box under my arm & I think this woman didn't really know what was in the box.

I'm a fucking idiot.

I immediately want to use my mulligan.

The door opens and the two of us enter. She happens to hit three, so I remain quiet. We have a little eye contact. I'm wearing my best "casual cool and not interested, but actually kinda am" look. I'm sporting a nice tan from a coupla Giants games. Then the girl speaks to me (and it's not something I'm just imagining).

"So what's in that box?"

I try to hide my general excitement she's talking to me and cooly say,

"A pony."

A broad smile stretches across her face. We arrive on three and neither of us get out. Instead, a long, slender finger of hers twirls around the Close button. She shoots me a look that would melt my asbestos underoos (had I actually been wearing them that day). I reach out and wrap an arm around her waist. Her ass mashes into to the Emergency Stop button as she wraps a long leg around my upper thigh...

Ok, that's how it should have gone.