As a writer, most of us cannot actually locate our cars after a good walk around a store. We are quite astute otherwise and can find almost any flaw in logic. Dating a writer dictates that you must have good humor when attempting to help a writing spouse to said vehicle–Double points if they are working on more than one storyboard or project currently.
My most current trip yonder the Wal to the Mart has left me in exactly such a situation, partly. A lady interested in my writing after hearing me so ecstatic to talk about such a topic in the year 2023–Check! A pillow gently tucked under my left arm and a Twelve-pack of Dr. Pepper Cherry in my right hand keeping the skinny of it straight–Check! Plastic prescription glasses to see the old me through in a new light–Check. Now, I just need to find my car.
Cameras in this day and age are a deterrent, even if someone is in row 8 and still can’t seem to be seen by any of the cameras whilst inward short-stead and aloofned by a rando perpetrator crossing over 4 whole planular sections of parking spaces and doinked into my Hyundai Kona’s shiny, still, bumper. If one were to look at the fast-cap replay of these articles they would ask how am I walking towards the lady that was behind me in check out. I suppose this could be something like an awkward interaction since the first one went so swimmingly–I divert my foot traffic to the left and assure myself that I’m right around where I should be. A few smiles and long, sure, strides down the path of uncertainty and–It rains again for the second day in a row.
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