So I'm sitting on the train, gazing out the window into the overcast sky, letting my mind wander & fly... as I often do…
My concentration breaks, I feel like someone is staring intently at me, from the corner of their eye.
I shake my head, as if shaking off the last thought, and look to my left.
I see her sitting there, blending into the rest.
We have eye contact.
"Yeap, she's still angry" I hear my mind identify, immediately I know…
She gets up, walks over to me and stands in front of me for a moment.
I stay quiet, (I'm not quite that brave…) but I am having trouble holding in my infamous evil smirk… I feel her temperature rising.
BANG, right across my face.
I open my eyes, calmly, look at her again, then raise my left hand to my face and touch my cheek where she's just slapped me. Then I raise my hand further to my nose.
"Jesus, you smell good!"
"Eugh" She huffs, her jaw twisting, but still she says nothing, she doesn't need to…
Then some righteous meathead, wannabe knight & shining armor, stands up, with the generic repose, and says "Is this guy bothering you miss?"
I laugh… and turn my head towards him, smiling.
She looks back at me, then back to him again, but still she stays silent.
I break the silence… I might as well… right?
"I think she's doing just fine on her own buddy…”
I still have trouble hiding the smirk… what else is new…
Mr. Meathead gets in my face, with pointed finger, "Was I talkin’ to you?"
I sniff the air, towards his finger, still smirking, and reply,
"Now you, no, you don't smell so good… her on the other hand… hmm, that’s…"
I'm interrupted...
"I'm fine, thank you, really, its ok..."
Meathead peers at me again, as if to reiterate his mask of impotence…
I sniff the air again, then turn my head in disgust.
She looks to me, and for once, her thoughts and mine, seem the same…
Funny how it all works out…
I'll call her tomorrow.
This is my stop, and yes, life is good.
My concentration breaks, I feel like someone is staring intently at me, from the corner of their eye.
I shake my head, as if shaking off the last thought, and look to my left.
I see her sitting there, blending into the rest.
We have eye contact.
"Yeap, she's still angry" I hear my mind identify, immediately I know…
She gets up, walks over to me and stands in front of me for a moment.
I stay quiet, (I'm not quite that brave…) but I am having trouble holding in my infamous evil smirk… I feel her temperature rising.
BANG, right across my face.
I open my eyes, calmly, look at her again, then raise my left hand to my face and touch my cheek where she's just slapped me. Then I raise my hand further to my nose.
"Jesus, you smell good!"
"Eugh" She huffs, her jaw twisting, but still she says nothing, she doesn't need to…
Then some righteous meathead, wannabe knight & shining armor, stands up, with the generic repose, and says "Is this guy bothering you miss?"
I laugh… and turn my head towards him, smiling.
She looks back at me, then back to him again, but still she stays silent.
I break the silence… I might as well… right?
"I think she's doing just fine on her own buddy…”
I still have trouble hiding the smirk… what else is new…
Mr. Meathead gets in my face, with pointed finger, "Was I talkin’ to you?"
I sniff the air, towards his finger, still smirking, and reply,
"Now you, no, you don't smell so good… her on the other hand… hmm, that’s…"
I'm interrupted...
"I'm fine, thank you, really, its ok..."
Meathead peers at me again, as if to reiterate his mask of impotence…
I sniff the air again, then turn my head in disgust.
She looks to me, and for once, her thoughts and mine, seem the same…
Funny how it all works out…
I'll call her tomorrow.
This is my stop, and yes, life is good.
It’s the little things…
ⓒ 2006 Shawn Michael Quinn
ⓒ 2006 Shawn Michael Quinn
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