she'll have a story to tell tonite. because after all, it is friday.
so after she gets home and finishes unloading groceries, she'll unwind for a bit. change into something a little more fun. add a spray of perfume and meet her friends around the corner where they'll catch up on the week and share cheap margaritas and salty one liners.
and at some point she'll mention this trivial anecdote.
she'll mention how she stopped by the store on her way home from work. and as she's pushing her cart down one of the unusually long aisles, she notices a guy doing a poor job of concealing his ogling.
she ignores it for the most part, but just as they're about to cross paths, they catch eyes, and as they do, the creep practically squeals and jumps out of his skin.
she picks up speed, grabs the her last few items, and checks her rearview mirror on the way home.
freakin' weirdo...
and on this they all concur. clink glasses. and quickly move on.
• • •
it's a simmering friday afternoon. been a long week. and all i want to do is get thru this traffic so i can get to the megastore, pick up what i need and officially start the weekend.
they serve frozen yogurt here. i grab a giant cup and begin to roam the air conditioned aisles of discount goods; a sweet relief from the heat outside.
and so i turn the corner, floating in my own little bubble of cool friday delirium, and notice the silhouette of a woman at the far end of the store with a tiny waist and an unusually large top.
an unusually large top retained by an unusually small amount of clothing.
as we slowly approach each other, i play it cool, but my mind is overloaded:
air conditioning. yogurt. bargains. boobies.
air conditioning. yodel. brothel. boobies.
yogurt. conditioning. barbies. boobies.
and just as the stranger and i catch eyes, as we're about to share a sultry moment, a friend who's been stealthily stalking me thru the store quickly grabs me from behind.
caught completely off guard, i practically jump out of my skin and yelp.
i yelp and jump as the attractive woman rolls her cart right by; as if she'd run straight over my toes.
not exactly how i imagined things going in my head...
• • •
but that's sometimes how it happens.
in relationships.
we operate in our own little world; a slow motion, soft focus version of our lives seemingly in harmony with everyone and everything. completely connected.
then something happens that rattles us to the core. something we never saw coming.
in a state of shock, we move on. go our separate ways. try to put the pieces back together.
they have their version of what happened; you have yours.
and in the end, what we share, is that we all have a story to tell.
