So, here she was at Manuel’s, her usual fifteen minutes early. A quick glance to make sure the lipstick line was still straight. Satisfied, the compact disappeared into the leather purse. Kari hadn’t been this nervous meeting anyone in quite a long time. But then, it had been at least 20 years since she had been on a blind date. What will he look like? All Mary told her was he was a bachelor with a paying job and no kids. Nothing about how old, or whether he was a slob or a crackhead. Not even the guy’s name. Only that she thought Kari would enjoy his company. Just be at there at 5:30. Sipping on her gimlet, it seemed like she had never left. The Musak was mostly Sinatra and the political types still hung to their tables like they were still in high school. Tony, the manager, gave her a peck when he saw her and said she could come back to work any time. No. She’d had enough of slinging swill and dealing with the obnoxious, of stepping over the hoo
the innocents pay the price !! such sad news, your write is right on target!!
ReplyDeleteAnd for no benefit for anyone.
DeleteEloquent and wise indeed. And you have incorporated one of my very favorite Churchill quotes.
ReplyDeleteStunning and sobering news this was today and your poem speaks so empathically about it. Well said!
ReplyDelete8 points Earthling! :)
Marvin
Thank you for the points. I just wish I didn't have to respond.
DeleteWell, that's one way of saying it... even if people aren't sincere.
ReplyDelete~Leta :)
And then they make so much noise about Sony pictures getting hacked, which of course is not a good thing but it like totally overshadowed the tragedy of those innocents being slaughtered. We line in a strange and sad world.
ReplyDeleteBlue dude
Zig Ziglar used have a line in one of his seminars about the use of distraction. The man was absolutely right.
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