Friday, December 03, 2004
I descended the stairs into the lobby that smells distinctly like my mother, but my mom is quite obviously not here. I'm on a date, not a family reunion. I wince, rub my palms against my legs, and immediately want to leave.
It takes me thirty seconds more than it should to find her, so I'm obviously already unimpressed. I realized I shouldn't be and being mad is obviously completely unjustified, but I pick it up, try it on, and decide to go home with it anyway. 'No need to bag this one Mr. Clerk!'
She runs over to make eye contact with me, running on the tips of her shoes. 'Those are shoes with some give' I think to myself. Being taken with the her footwear and footwork almost is enough to dull my unnecessary dissatisfaction. She spins around in a circle, it's sort of like the pirouette that you'd expect to see in a grade school production. It ends with a beautiful little curtsy, it would have received applause.
'C'mon you little weirdo, let's go...'
It takes me thirty seconds more than it should to find her, so I'm obviously already unimpressed. I realized I shouldn't be and being mad is obviously completely unjustified, but I pick it up, try it on, and decide to go home with it anyway. 'No need to bag this one Mr. Clerk!'
She runs over to make eye contact with me, running on the tips of her shoes. 'Those are shoes with some give' I think to myself. Being taken with the her footwear and footwork almost is enough to dull my unnecessary dissatisfaction. She spins around in a circle, it's sort of like the pirouette that you'd expect to see in a grade school production. It ends with a beautiful little curtsy, it would have received applause.
'C'mon you little weirdo, let's go...'
# posted by Die Brucke @ 10:51 PM 
