He looked so suave. He was so calm, cool and collected, with that french fry dangling out of his mouth like Humphrey Bogart in an old 1940's movie. He looked over and smiled with his eyes, as if to ask 'hey, aren't I cool?'
Yeah, man, you're the coolest 2 year old I've ever seen.
They came in their orange vests, joining the others who were already sitting down in their orange vests. As they waited for the counsel meeting to begin, the front rows turned orange. They came to make a statement, they came to say "yes" to a project, they came seeking work.
I'd seen them both before... at the gym, shopping around town, somewhere else perhaps. I would say 'hi' except they don't notice that they're in the middle of a crowded room. They only have eyes for each other.
The woman fumbles through her purse, while the blue vested teenager waves the same item over the scanner time and time again. In a single graceful move, seemingly well rehearsed, the little girl reaches up and a pack of gum falls onto the pile of items below.
The woman and teenager look up. At what? The price? Each other? The little girl?
The cashier banters about with a waitress behind the register, as I walk up to pay my check. Taking my money she puts the bills down on the counter and mixes them like a bowl of pasta. "Do you want to see me have a conniption fit?"
The Bentley pulls up along side. His arms flail about wildly as he yells on the phone. She sits there, staring ahead, looking tired. From the opera perhaps? Tired from years of frantic phone calls? Or just tired of the silence?