“Did you find everything?” She asked with her voice and eyes.
She had skin touched by generations of milk chocolate perfection, ruby lips & emerald eyes, she had busy on her mind. 36-24-36 and at 5’-6” in flats I’ld wager she stood above the crowd in a pretty way in any room she ever entered.
Her hair was shiny black like a crow on a fence post in the sunshine. Her features bordered the sharp, her smile would disarm any human, or crow for that matter. She was standing behind the check stand where the worker people work. I was standing on the other side of the counter where customer people work.
I thought back to a beautiful woman that was working as a bartender at a Luau I attended in Hawaii some 20 years ago or so. Her hair was a sight to behold, so shiny, so pretty, she/it could-a-been on a shampoo bottle. When I mentioned how beautiful her hair was, she said her daddy had always told her to lace baby oil into it, she said that as she mixed my cocktail, lookin’ up at me now and again like bartenders do. Some weeks later I remember tryin’ that Baby Oil thing. Fail. Figured I must a done somethin’ wrong. Ah man what a mess…
Then I thought of a beautiful blonde woman who was walking out the door at a casino in Lake Tahoe. I was in my early twenty’s, and at that moment in my life that girl was the prettiest woman I’d ever seen that wasn’t in the pages of a magazine. I was so moved by her beauty that I stopped and told her so.
Until that point in my life I’d never done such a thing. Incredibly shy by nature, I am. Anyway, she smiled, said thank you with her eyes and voice, then turned and walked away to wherever pretty women’s like that go. Oh, be still my remember…
All that thinkin’ and rememberin’ took a nano second, the time it takes a human to blink an eye, or less.
“Yes mam” I managed to say without eye contact as I pulled my ATM card from my wallet in prep for the pay thing. She said nothing more.
The following moments passed without anymore silly remembers/thoughts. Came the moment I paid the tab and then moved to the end of the line to bag my purchases as is the practice at employee owned Winco Grocery Stores here in the Pacific Northwest, in the Puget Sound.
Pushing the bag filled buggy through the doors and out to the parking lot at 6:45 am or so, the sky was dark, the air fresh and clean and a bit on the cool side. The pavement was shiny black from a recent rainfall, the color enhanced more by the dark and ashen color of the asphalt, lit by the pole lamps/lights in the parking lot, and less like a crow in the sunshine.
I thought of a movie set –
After loading the groceries into the Jeep, I thought nothing more of those moments, until now.
I’ll never understand how a “mind” works…
Beautiful! This just made my morning! Thank you 🙂
What did I just read?! Why is this the lead article in Suburban Times? …And seriously dude, stop already with women’s measurements because you sure as hell don’t know that’s what hers were, and it’s none of your business anyways (psst, welcome to the 21st century).
Be kind, p;ease.
You sound more than a little caught up my man.
!!Never have read something you wrote that I didn’t love. Thank you!
What rubbish! I wonder how old this person is to think commenting on women’s attributes in this fashion is acceptable. I read this from start to end, hoping that somewhere, somehow this would end up being a reputable, acceptable, accountable comment, but NO, nothing redeemable at all in this missive. To suggest that this is ‘beautiful’ is beyond belief. Oh, by the way, I am a woman, 76 years old who has experienced this kind of diatribe my entire life, however, I’ve been always proud when accused of being a feminist, a label I wore proundly as a young woman, and cherish today. When men think it is okay to talk about women in this fashion, they demean themselves. Yikes! I thought we had progressed beyond this. Shame on the poster, shame on whoever thought it was okay to let this be posted.
You will publish this claptrap but not my response? Unbelievable.
Sorry for the delay Alice. All first time commenters are vetted prior to approval. -Ben Sclair, Founder, The Suburban Times.
Where’s the snippy comin’ from? You act like I shot your dog or somethin’. I ain’t your enemy, ain’t the enemy of anyone. For the record, mom, my mom taught me well before she took her own life on Valentine’s Day 1979. I adore women. Put all ya all on a pedastel, so please don’t go talkin’ ’bout stuff you don’t know. Makes you sound/appear really stupid, and if your friends read your write they might laugh at you in a clumsy way… So like, ya gonna finish that taco or what? Meh..
I have no defense. That said, I appreiate all the comments whether I agree with them or not. Life is a pesky thing. We all see life through our own lenses. Ain’t a right or wrong thing, ain’t like that. Anyway, I apreciate all ya alls comments. Please note, I’m just like you. Human. Fallible. Irritating. Meh…