Monday, January 09, 2006

I got my book

I was quick down the bookstore isle knowing what I wanted. Turing down another isle I noticed her stepping back.

My approach was going to be in front of her so I softly said “excuse me” not to surprise her of my presence as I passed.

She stepped right into me and hit my leg reaching for the book on the lower shelf.

I fell.

There was no magic moment of first encounter. She just looked at me with a snarky stare then returned to her book.

She sneezed.

“Bless you” I said with a smile dusting myself off.

She looked the other way.

As I walked to the register to cash out she walked quickly in front of me nudging me aside so she would be helped first.

When she was done I stepped forward and checked out. I just don’t understand these hippy chicks in the people republic of Ann Arbor sometimes.


  1. I couldn't agree with you more, Cheryl.

  2. It's moments like that when I wish for a Groundhog's Day so you can do something outlandishly mean back to her just to get it out of your system, but wake up the next morning without consequences.

  3. You should have set her on fire Paul. Those hippy chicks burn really hot! Or... so I heard.

  4. ^
    Maybe they burn so hot from all the body hair that htey don't shave.

  5. Did she smell like patchulli, dirty band aids, and feet? If so then I have met her before. Damn ann arbor hippies!