Saturday, July 8, 2017

A Brief Interlude

Main Lady had just announced that she was leaving for St. Louis just as soon as she could sell the familial palace in Sylvania, Ohio, and pack the six over-loaded moving vans full of crap that she'd accumulated over the past ten years, more than half of which she inherited from her dear old mother's estate.  So I'm not only single, I'm single and completely unattached.  Moreover, I have no baggage - I'm not going to let her rent space in my head.

I was sitting in the parking lot of a local strip mall, waiting for Mom to come out of the store, when this really hot fifty-something redhead comes walking up to the car adjacent to mine.  She was on the other side of the row, one space down.  I decided to try my luck.

"Hey Red!  Whattaya say fer sure?"

She's colder than a banker's heart.  She deadpans and won't even look at me.  I give her a few seconds, then I try again.

"Red, you're lookin' good.  You look better than a million dollars in gold bullion."

She cracks.  She smiles in spite of herself, and I see her eyes soften.  If there was a thought balloon over her head, I'd be reading something like, 'You stop that, you... you!  Besides, I'm spoken for.'

I'll take it.


Old NFO said...

Don't know if you don't try! :-)

Mad Jack said...

Yeah, ain't that the truth.

Bob G. said...

Mad Jack:
Hey, you might be hitched, but it never hurts to "stay in practice", right?
I tell Wifey (if I make a nice comment to some cuteness on TV: "yeah, I'm married, but I'm not blind...yet".
She just sighs.
Works for me.


Stay safe out there.

Mad Jack said...

Hey Bob G.

I'm not married, and have never been married. No kids that I'm aware of, and by this time I think I'd be aware of them if I was ever going to be.