So I'm at the Quick Trip on E15th in DSM today getting a soda. You know the place, it's down by the section of town where all the buildings are painted earthy browns and golds with faux mud hut beams protruding from just underneath the rooflines. The place you don't go to after dark ... or during the light for that matter ... but hey, I was thirsty ...
There she stood holding up the building ... I could smell the perfume whisking on the breeze from 7 parking spots away, black dress, leather strapped high heels halfway up her shins, 3, maybe 4 teeth, shaking like a wet cat in the snow ...
I sat there wondering what her story might be, wondering where she's been, the things she's seen in her lifetime ...
As each guy walked in the store she kindly asked with a trembling voice, "Can you tell me what time it is?", as she gazed at her digital watch, tapping on it as if the hands weren't moving and she was trying to perform a Fonzarelli to make them magically start moving again. Most ignored her, a few replied as they walked by ...
I go strolling in, she says nothing. I come strolling out, she says nothing.
I was offended. Should I have been?
Discuss ...