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.) 



Public ‘Transportation’


Having fallen asleep on the bus again, I am awakened by the sensation of someone’s soft fingertips running gently along my arm. Looking up slowly, without turning my head, I glance to my left to find a quaintly dressed young woman with rather large, deep eyes. I turn to look at her, but she keeps looking out the window with a slight smile on her face. She knows I am looking at her, but doesn’t stop stroking my arm.

By this time I have bypassed my bus-stop and I’m carefully crafting my first words to her. She raises her arm and rings the bus to stop. I have missed my chance to speak to her.

I never see her again…

Public ‘Transportation’

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

A Flirt? – KC

“Why you always flirting with the girls and pretending you didn’t do it intentionally? Lol or are these other people’s stories?”

“That last one was intentional. Everything else is just people being themselves. Why would I flirt with a little girl in a tutu?”

“Tutu? The woman working in the store going to the movies was a little girl in a tutu? Lol”

“No, the one at the grocery store with the balloon “

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A Flirt? – KC