Tuesday, May 16, 2006

I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie

I was supposed to meet someone for lunch yesterday.

I was there five minutes early.

I sat on a bench outside the restaurant and waited.

The sun was shining. It felt warm on my sunburned skin.

Many thoughts crossed my mind; some trivial, some weighty.

I could have remained there in the sun the entire day, watching busy people bustle past.

Instead, I only sat there for 25 minutes.

That was long enough to wait for her.

I moved on.

I walked into a shoe store and I stood, staring blankly at a row of hiking boots, needing to make a purchase, but unwilling to flag down a salesperson to assist me.

Still feeling warm from the sun, I really didn't want to break my reverie.

So, I stood there.

After about five minutes, a salesman walked over and helped me.

I had to order the boots I needed because my feet are an odd size. I gave them $ 25 and they promised to call me when the boots arrived.

I walked out of the store, back up the street and around the corner to my car. The interior was really warm from the sun. The leather was hot.

It felt good.

I drove to the Co-op and made a salad. I poured a cup of bison vegetable soup.

I saw some people I knew, but I averted my gaze because I didn't feel like talking.

I waited in line and paid the friendly lesbian working the register. I smiled at her.

I took my tray upstairs and sat at the counter by myself to eat. The food was really good.

When I finished, I looked at my watch. It was five minutes to one.

It seemed that far more than an hour had passed.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

and how might you have known it was a lesbian at the register?

1:32 PM  
Blogger Joe said...

I know these things.

I have a top-notch gaydar system.

1:53 PM  
Anonymous Fred Shero said...

Homosexuals routinely go to bigger towns to reduce the stressors of their sexual orientation.

4:06 PM  
Blogger Jimmy D said...

I don't know about anyone else, but I just love your "friendly lesbian" stories.

In fact, I love them almost as much as I love your "illegal alien necrophiliac" stories.

8:12 PM  
Blogger Quagmire said...

I think this is the second best post ever; it's 2nd only to the childhood yellow and black spider discovery post. I fail to remember the date. You sir, can write.

Here's a song quote that:
A) you should listen to, and
B) you should use as a post title

And there's a shitty limousine parked in front of the bar,
That never got to drive any movie stars,
But the guy in the driver's seat don't care,
With his weird cologne and his magic hair.

The order of A and B can be alternated. No pressure, look it up, give a listen. The band is called Grandaddy. They're from Modesto.

I indeed saw the Bells/Carp/Dude reunion pics. Carp looks fantastic, happy. Of course, you and Bells are smoking hot. Tsssss....

11:10 PM  
Anonymous brokejaw said...

^^^^^SPAM ALERT! PLEASE REMOVE!!

Oh wait...wrong board!

5:01 AM  
Blogger Jimmyboy said...

Just remember, don't eat any of your food in the co-op before you pay for it. You've been scolded by many a lesbian before for doing that.

9:26 AM  
Anonymous Bubba said...

"I drove to the Co-op and made a salad. I poured a cup of bison vegetable soup."

Go read this to yourself in the mirror. It made me laugh out loud.

9:41 PM  

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