| Sunday, April 24, 2005 |
| Just trying to do my job |
She grabbed four fingers and tried to shake a vote out of me. I was innocently
drinking my coffee at the counter, I had been watching her flounce from
person to person in the diner, trying with all of her hair to get someone,
anyone, interested in whatever office she was running for.
I like to come here before work; wake up a little, flirt with Vera a little, read the
paper a little, sometimes get a muffin. I work at the school, right across the
street, so I come here. One thing I like is that it is never crowded, it could be
that the place is on fire, and has been for years.
It’s tough to take anyone seriously who is choking
back a cough through a toothy smile, mascara
running down her face, so I let her give my hand a
couple of pumps, and give her the thousand yard
stare. She rattled off her mantra, inches from my
face, getting closer to avoid a burning piece of the
suspended ceiling, which nearly fell on her head.
My shift was just about to start, so I stood up.
Turns out that she was a lot taller than I
thought, so when I stood up, we were
nose to nose. She moved toward
the door in front of me, and since
she had obviously not been
around here before, I
thought I would cut her
a break and
extinguish the
ember, which had just lit
on her rump. She got
the wrong idea about
me, I guess, because when she turned
around, it was obviously not to thank me for
the help. She spun around with her
hands on her hips, in a haughty
huff. This was the first time I
had seen her with her mouth closed, and sadly her chosen expression of
exasperation, manifested as an errhine gust seemed to have dislodged a
significant amount of the particulate in the air.
It’s tough to take anyone seriously that looks like that, it really is.
drinking my coffee at the counter, I had been watching her flounce from
person to person in the diner, trying with all of her hair to get someone,
anyone, interested in whatever office she was running for.
I like to come here before work; wake up a little, flirt with Vera a little, read the
paper a little, sometimes get a muffin. I work at the school, right across the
street, so I come here. One thing I like is that it is never crowded, it could be
that the place is on fire, and has been for years.
It’s tough to take anyone seriously who is choking
back a cough through a toothy smile, mascara
running down her face, so I let her give my hand a
couple of pumps, and give her the thousand yard
stare. She rattled off her mantra, inches from my
face, getting closer to avoid a burning piece of the
suspended ceiling, which nearly fell on her head.
My shift was just about to start, so I stood up.
Turns out that she was a lot taller than I
thought, so when I stood up, we were
nose to nose. She moved toward
the door in front of me, and since
she had obviously not been
around here before, I
thought I would cut her
a break and
extinguish the
ember, which had just lit
on her rump. She got
the wrong idea about
me, I guess, because when she turned
around, it was obviously not to thank me for
the help. She spun around with her
hands on her hips, in a haughty
huff. This was the first time I
had seen her with her mouth closed, and sadly her chosen expression of
exasperation, manifested as an errhine gust seemed to have dislodged a
significant amount of the particulate in the air.
It’s tough to take anyone seriously that looks like that, it really is.