© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed.
There she was, smiling at me with a squashed-cockroach grin.
Amid the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping, I found myself browsing a department store’s offerings early one morning. Sale items were piled here and there on shelves and hangers, tempting buyers to unleash their monies and take them home. In a hurry, I hoped to snap up a few last minute gifts before returning home ahead of the rush hour traffic. I admit I was in a tizzy that day and probably should have stayed home.
She didn’t say a word, just stood there staring right through me as if I were a ghost. My thoughts rambled into a frantic search for a name. Who was this woman?!
Search….search….search. Nothing solid…a few pauses, hesitations to process. No, that isn’t it…no, not her. Running out of data….
She looks so familiar! But I can’t pull out a name. WHO IS SHE?!
Knowing I had only seconds before this woman would call my bluff, I shuffled my feet to change position, trying to shoulder her out of direct vision. I caught a quick glimpse of movement and shuddered. My bluff was over! I slowly pivoted my body full force towards her, ready to face a tongue lashing.
Before I could utter a word, the woman chuckled out loud, “Oh my! That’s me!” (I hadn’t noticed the mirrored wall at all!)
Oh well, another senior moment.
Have a nice day!