Marisa, where are you?
Today, the uniquely attractive nurse boy came in to Caribou to study but this time he was in his street clothes instead of scrubs. I hate to admit that he may have been wearing a shirt with a flashy logo of the Hollister co. fame but I'm not really sure because my brain tends to block out painful memories of yore. I try to make eye contact throughout as much of the transaction as possible because some misinformed part of my subconscious thinks that I'll get a raise. Each time our eyes met, his face lit up which repeated itself each time I shyly broke eye-contact and continued to beg for more. The transaction was over but the rhythm continued as I backed away - looking, smiling, looking, smiling, putting money away, looking, smiling. One can only take so much looking and smiling. For a moment I felt flirted with - my elbows may have been blushing. Then he returned to his books and free wifi in a corner of the store that fully obstructed potential looking and smiling.
I thought if he came back for a refill, it might mean something. Once the world started spinning, the store turned upside down.
~The golden-haired, schizophrenic priest comes back inside with pizza boxes to fold in half and wedge perfectly under the garbage can lid while informing customers about Jesus' "silver leaves." The homeless man that dresses like a nun opened the door for a regular, collected all the available napkins and promptly left. Two police officers sipping on their mint-mocha lattes jump out of their seats to intercept two young gentlemen walking down the street, search them in oncoming traffic and drive away. A drunk girl introduces her new friend who just came back from the army and needs to contact his mother for money. He buys her a white mocha and begins to cry. She very loudly asks me if I would ever tell my son to fuck himself in the ass. He explains that that is why he joined the marines. Across the parking lot, the set for the new Johnny Depp movie about John Dillinger is being filmed in my sister's apartment building. Water is creeping into the dining area from the back room because my shit-for-brains supervisor left the mop hose running. Char, the 62 year-old bartender across the street, comes in and asks about our night. Fifteen minutes later she tips us ten dollars and leaves with three free drinks. The world stops spinning, a hobo walks in the back door that is obstructed by the same ugly-as-fuck Canadian stone-like feature that is obstructing my looking and smiling. The uniquely attractive nurse boy angrily walks across the dining area with his coat and bag and out the opposite door. For a moment, I'm very sad. The hobo asks my supervisor for money who asks the hobo to leave who calls my supervisor a "cheap ass." And then, all at once, I was truly happy.~
I thought if he came back for a refill, it might mean something. Once the world started spinning, the store turned upside down.
~The golden-haired, schizophrenic priest comes back inside with pizza boxes to fold in half and wedge perfectly under the garbage can lid while informing customers about Jesus' "silver leaves." The homeless man that dresses like a nun opened the door for a regular, collected all the available napkins and promptly left. Two police officers sipping on their mint-mocha lattes jump out of their seats to intercept two young gentlemen walking down the street, search them in oncoming traffic and drive away. A drunk girl introduces her new friend who just came back from the army and needs to contact his mother for money. He buys her a white mocha and begins to cry. She very loudly asks me if I would ever tell my son to fuck himself in the ass. He explains that that is why he joined the marines. Across the parking lot, the set for the new Johnny Depp movie about John Dillinger is being filmed in my sister's apartment building. Water is creeping into the dining area from the back room because my shit-for-brains supervisor left the mop hose running. Char, the 62 year-old bartender across the street, comes in and asks about our night. Fifteen minutes later she tips us ten dollars and leaves with three free drinks. The world stops spinning, a hobo walks in the back door that is obstructed by the same ugly-as-fuck Canadian stone-like feature that is obstructing my looking and smiling. The uniquely attractive nurse boy angrily walks across the dining area with his coat and bag and out the opposite door. For a moment, I'm very sad. The hobo asks my supervisor for money who asks the hobo to leave who calls my supervisor a "cheap ass." And then, all at once, I was truly happy.~