I wrote a Thursday Thirteen yesterday so I’m not going to attempt a Friday Fifteen. I keep however promising a coffee shop story… I call this one “I Shaved My Legs” and I promise it’s all true.
She walks up, sort of mumbling. I think she just thinking out loud. As She comes in the door I realize that she a little “slow” and that I’ll probibally need some patience while I help her out. She’s probibally 20-21 years old whith the mentality of a 14 year old. We talked for a little bit about the poetry she likes to write. She repeated everything to me as if either I didn’t hear she the first time she said it or she couldn’t remember whether she had said it.
After about 20 minutes, she abruptly decides to leave. She just turns around midsentence and walks out the front door.
The next day she comes by and my brother is helping me with some clean-up. I gave her the usual “Hey how are you?” Iny my “Fake” voice as my friends call it, and she looks at my brother and half shouts… “I shaved my Legs!” and leaves. We died of course, I hate to be rude, but how can you NOT laugh after someone says that?
About 2 days later I see her wandering about, looking for something to do. She opens the door and looks around like she’s never been here before. She says, “It’s B-beautiful in here.” Then she closes the door and leaves.
The weeks go by and I see her walking around the Downtown here, she waves and I say, “Hey!” But that’s about it. She’s too busy talking to her self to stop, I guess. And, Yes, in case you were wondering, she does hold BOTH sides of the conversation.
Anyway, she decided to buy a book last week. I keep a “bargain bin” out front where all the books are $.25. She rummaged around for a while, picked out a few. Then she played with her purse. I wasn’t sure if she was going to pocket them or if she was getting her money, either way I really didn’t watch her too close.
She did come in a pay for her books. She said “I love books about Love!” (She bought 4 romance novels) That night I rolled the bin in, not paying much attention to it (or it’s contents rather)
The next morning when the bin was being rolled out, a pair of ladies underwear (dirty at that) were found IN THE BIN! Now I don’t always like to assume, but I’m sure you know where I’m going with this!
Needless to say, the underwear were retrieved with gloves an paper towels and disposed of.