Want to hear something nice that happened November 13th?
I was down to my last Coca Cola so I put on my jacket and went downstairs to the bottle shop again, as I do, my pattern is well established.
I walk the length of the shop back and forth.
As I'm returning to the front with the 12-pack held at my shoulder and holding two wooden canes in the other hand and using them both as one cane, apparently I look worse than I feel. I fell fine. Everything is going well. Although I am walking down an aisle with bottles on both sides. One wrong move and disaster. So I walk very carefully.
There is a woman at the counter at the front checking out. A real Colorado woman. A big woman, but not fat. She's shapely as the Rocky Mountains themselves and her hips are
I admire her hips as she walks across in front of me, now we pass each other but separated by a wall. But on the other side of the wall she changes her mind and she returns, spins around and faces me directly approaching with her arms extended in front of her v-e-r-y w-i-d-e hips.
She takes the 12-pack from me and carries it to the front. Not a great distance. But there she was thinking as she was leaving, "I should help that dude back there."
Then checking out she stayed with me and she asked, "Are you walking?"
She was concerned about me carrying that 12-pack in my backpack walking home.
I told her I live right next door. She goes, "Oh. Okay. I was just making sure you're okay."
She saw I was not buying alcohol. She saw I am not a threat to her. She was actually willing to drive me wherever it was I might be going.
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Want to hear something nice that happened November 13th?
I was down to my last Coca Cola so I put on my jacket and went downstairs to the bottle shop again, as I do, my pattern is well established.
I walk the length of the shop back and forth.
As I'm returning to the front with the 12-pack held at my shoulder and holding two wooden canes in the other hand and using them both as one cane, apparently I look worse than I feel. I fell fine. Everything is going well. Although I am walking down an aisle with bottles on both sides. One wrong move and disaster. So I walk very carefully.
There is a woman at the counter at the front checking out. A real Colorado woman. A big woman, but not fat. She's shapely as the Rocky Mountains themselves and her hips are
lik this: |- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
my hips are like this: |- - |
I admire her hips as she walks across in front of me, now we pass each other but separated by a wall. But on the other side of the wall she changes her mind and she returns, spins around and faces me directly approaching with her arms extended in front of her v-e-r-y w-i-d-e hips.
She takes the 12-pack from me and carries it to the front. Not a great distance. But there she was thinking as she was leaving, "I should help that dude back there."
Then checking out she stayed with me and she asked, "Are you walking?"
She was concerned about me carrying that 12-pack in my backpack walking home.
I told her I live right next door. She goes, "Oh. Okay. I was just making sure you're okay."
She saw I was not buying alcohol. She saw I am not a threat to her. She was actually willing to drive me wherever it was I might be going.
And I thought, man, that is f'k'n awesome.
A perfect stranger.
A real woman has that effect on a man.
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