True Story One evening while laying in bed with her boyfriend and best friend watching the movie Permanent Midnight there was a girl who had recently decided to end her month long drinking binge. Ten minutes into the movie she saw someone with a bottle of beer and was quickly reminded of how good it tastes. At this point she sprang from the bed, dove to her pocketbook and pulled out her remaining gas money for the week. Three dollar bills, three quarters, one dime. If she could find one more quarter she could afford two 40oz of Natural Ice. She started to feel the burning eyes of the people in the room and realized she looked like a coyote hovering over a fresh squirrel carcass and she grew embaressed. She decided pajama pants and flip flops would suffice for this trip and she fled the room and the judging looks from her peers. When she pulled up at the conveniently close Red Apple Liquors, she noticed two very unsavory men; one sitting in a pick up truck next to her car, the other standing at the door talking to the one in the pick up. The one at the door looked like he lived underneath a train station. He donned a tight, tan leather jacket, with those creepy gloves that have the fingers cut off, and a turtleneck covered by flannel. His face was riddled with pock marks, and his mangled teeth the color of nicotene. He was the type of person you could look at and immediately know what he smelled like. She weighed her options of either staying in the car and pretending to try and find something until they left or suck it up and walk in the store. Her hunger for cold, refreshing beer was too dire so she got up her courage and walked into the store. Naturally this guy was standing in front of the Miller High Life's so she did not have to stand too close to him. She was scared because all too often these type of men would hit on her, and she was feeling very vulnerable in her pajamas and tank top. She picked up her two 40oz and headed for the counter where he already was, it was here the two made conversation.
Sleezy Halfway House dude- "Oops ,didn’t see ya there " (as he gestured for her to put her beer on the counter while he was getting his change into his wallet)
Ridiculously Cool Girl- "oh thanks" (as she placed her beer onto the counter nervously)
Sleezy Halfway House Dude "40 ounces huh? You go girl" (smiling through his chapped lips at her) Ridiculously Cool Girl "Nothing but the best" (as she slowly turns the bottle to unveal the Natural Ice Label) Sleezy Halfway House Dude- "Whoooaa Natty Ice to boot, you’re a woman after my own heart" (as he places a hand over his heart on his tethered flannel shirt and walks backwards out of the store, raising his bag of beer to her)
Ridiculously Cool Girl- "Hahha Enjoy!!" (as she turns her attention back to the look of abolute disgust from the Indian clerk she realizes that she just looked into the eyes of her inevitable future)
She leaves the store and chuckles to herself about yet another liquor store experience that has left her heart warm and her smile wide and decided that the people that make her uncomfortable and look like potential rapists are actually her friends.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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