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I overcame. The road is paved. I only forgot butter. As I was in the parking lot of the mega-major-monster-supermarket, loading my groceries into the trunk of my car, I noticed a young man walking by who was — no, really — ogling me, like no wolf whistles even necessary. I'm thinkin' kid's just a little nearsighted s'all and continue loading groceries in my artfully considered and never successful way, when I see again the kid out of the corner of my eye.
He's trying to tractor beam me. I'm serious.
It's stupid, but there you have it.
He might've been twenty.
Goofy? Face stuck? Incredulous? Blind and turning me into a movie star in his imagination? Drugs?
Hormones?
WTF?
I'm outright laughing as I drive off. I'm in my huge black linen babydoll tunic, my ultra-huge jeans and my lavender Chucks. We are not talking alluring attire. I'm not kidding. Had this been the first Tuesday of the month I'd've been getting the senior discount and he'd've been asking me to please buy him some beer.
Nuttier'n fuck.
Still, I'm going to be in a good mood about it. I just gotta stop at the rez store for some smokes and then I'm done with my little monumental tasks for a while. Idiot driver in front of me, turning into the rez and then the rez store and then stopping in front of me such that I could not get around her to just park and go in the store.
I'm not feeling civil about this, but I am being civil about it. She's a fat old injun and fat and skinny old injuns love to drive like that. Not out of disability. Out of spite for their fellow motorists.
It's a thing.
Finally she clears out of my way, and I pull into a parking spot, go in and gab and smile with the clerks while purchasing my cigarettes and then realize I better not dally or it'll be the same tune leaving as coming.
I am skipping back to my car, almost to it and my sneaker misses its grip on the curb next to my car. I go all the way down in slo-mo. It was so slow that it was almost my decision to do the full monte. I think an effort to grab at my car to prevent it would only have broken some fingers.
So I skinned my wrist and elbow instead. I just let myself lie there for a moment to make sure nothing was screaming and then used my car door handle to help haul myself back up. Brushed the dirt off me and drove home.
That kid's hormones for sure would've drained completely away if he had to watch me getting my groceries back out of my car and into my house.
always and any time....
