The Universe Is Spooky With Werid Vibes
2002-11-04 - 10:13 p.m.
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I was at the supermarket the other day. There was this homely little woman in a full length beige coat. She had glasses and short tan hair, reminded me of a chipmunk. Diminuitive. And she was in the meat section. I thought to get some new york strip, because, all though I have been reducing the raw meat intake, sometimes I just want to feast on the flesh. Our indulgences sometimes tend to make us human. Anyway, I towered over her as a flipped through the meat. I found my selection, and turned to go. Before I went back to my cart, as I abandon it often to get my stuff, I turned to her and said, "Sorry for looming over you." "That's okay," she said, and merrily went upon her way. A few minutes later, I was purveying the meatball selection, which, for something so trivial, was quite slim. I have one dish I am able to cook with meatballs, and I like quality, dammit. But there is just not the quality I wanted. I'm not picky or effiete. I just don't want peices of bone or cartilage in my meatballs. I don't want to be reminded of the slaughter, I want the nutrition. And this other girl caught my eye. I looked at her, thought about her for a moment, and went back to my cart. I threw the package of decidedly substandard meatballs into the cart. I looked down. Hey. I don't want these things. Who put this shit into my cart? What the fuck!? And I looked around, and it was the chipmunk-girl's cart. She walked over. "Sorry, I thought this was my cart." I said "That's okay." she said. I took my meatballs. "I'm just all over you today." I said, shrugging my shoulders and shuffling off. Later on, I saw her again. "I'm keeping my hands to my own cart." I said, "Don't worry." Which is fine. Honestly, I really didn't want to see her again. But oh, no. The universe is spooky with vibrations and strange ways. She was ahead of me at the checkout line. I noticed she had an extra large pack of panty liners, the ones you use for the heavy flow days. It made me think of college, when a lot of my close friends were girls, interesting how I swing back and forth with that, and one was chirping with the others about, "...so there I was talking with this cute boy, well flirting really, and we walk up to the same checkout together, and I have this REALLY HUGE PACK OF PANTY LINERS FOR HEAVY FLOW DAYS. I was SO embarassed." I never really thought about it. I suppose if you wanted to hit the sheets right after the A and P (or whatever the hell, I always have liked the sound of the A and P, even though they probably went under a decade ago), this might be an issue. Because sex on the period is absolutely not a first time deal. That comes later in the relationship, and it takes you to a different level. But I did realize that the display of her extra large pack of sanitary napkins might cause her some embarassment. Then again, maybe not. She was older than I, and of a certain age, women comfortably lose some of the pretense. Not that I care either way about the goddam sanitary napkins on the check out counter. I did not covet her flesh, and if I did, I wouldn't care. But I don't like to bum others out. So I read the tabloid headlines.
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