Recollection

Apr 22, 2016 2:38pm

I am the only customer in the dark little store. There is a sole female clerk, wearing a short, tightly fitting dress with broad shiny bangles, multiple golden rings on several of her fingers and large golden earrings dangling from her ears, standing behind the counter. I choose three items…

“I would like to have these three, please; each in a paper envelope.”

Meticulously, she removes each from its plastic case, folds the labels, and slips them into paper envelopes. The task takes longer than it should due to her very long, gem-studded fingernails, and her frequent furtive glances in my direction.

“I remember you.”

“You do?… Is it because of the extra work I’m having you do with the envelopes?”

“It’s no problem. You were in here a few months ago.” (She hands the envelopes to me.) 

“Thanks.”

Recollection

Rain is Water

Thursday 30 June 2016 1:15 pm

It is raining heavily. I open the car door a little; just enough to get the umbrella out.

Before I can open the umbrella I see a woman wearing a red blouse under a dark coloured pant suit failing her attempts to lock her car door, balance her boxed lunch, and prevent her umbrella from blowing away in the wind. She sacrifices her car keys to a puddle of water but cannot stoop low enough to retrieve them.

Tucking my still closed umbrella under my arm I walk over, pick up the keys, and hand them to her.

“Oh my gosh! Such a gentleman. Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome.” I turn to walk away.

“And you’re getting so wet!”

“It’s just water; don’t worry about it.” I am returning to lock my vehicle.

She walks on ahead of me with an awkward, self-conscious gait. She knows I am walking behind her…

Rain is Water

Next in Line

Monday 23 May 2016

I’m in the hallway chatting with a friend; a woman. Another woman approaches, brushes up against me as she passes by, then continues on her way.

Later at the grocery store, I find the shortest line to a cashier. There is a line where one man is already paying for his groceries, but someone has left their shopping basket at the end of the conveyor. I move past the unattended basket and place my lunch, Granola and one litre of Apple Juice, on the belt. Just then, a slim, mature Asian woman, wearing high heels and skinny jeans comes up behind me to claim the shopping basket as hers.

As I step aside to allow her to get ahead of me, she puts her hand on my shoulder and slides it across my back:
“No, no. It’s okay. You stay right there.”

Next in Line