I walked out of Weezie’s Salon when I’d just had my hair
cut. As I was opening my car door, a man in the passenger seat of a car parked
two spaces down from me caught my eye. He was looking right at me. His
scraggily hair and trucker hat perfectly accessorized his grease stained pocket
t-shirt. All of his windows were down and there was a teenaged boy in the back
seat. He was also looking at me.
The man yells in my direction, “You know where Weezie’s is?”
The front door of the salon is no more than 30 yards from
where he is parked. Confused by his question, I point at the door. “Um… Right
there?” The boy in the backseat starts to giggle.
“To the right of it?”
“To the right of what? It’s right there.” I point again. The
man pulls his eyebrows together in confused aggravation. He stares at me like I’m
an idiot. The boy in the backseat is emitting a full on belly laugh.
“You know where Domino’s is?”
I point to two doors to the right of Weezie’s door. Now I’m
getting annoyed. “It’s right there. Is this a test?”
He looks angry now. Maybe I insulted his (ahem) intelligence.
He turns around to look at his son who is now having convulsions in the back
seat. As he turns, I catch a glimpse of his left ear. He is wearing a bluetooth. It takes me a full 5 seconds to realize that not one word of his conversation
was directed at me. I look at his son who is now so hysterically tickled that
he is drooling on himself. As he meets my eyes. I grin at him.
“Thanks a lot, buddy.”
He manages to form the words, “My pleasure.” between gasps
for breath. Giggling, I get in my car and head home.
1 comment:
I love it. Once again you prove my motto "the good that you do does you no good" Since all you did was seem to torque yourself up for what nothing evidently you good nature wanting to help someone comes back and bites you in the rear. Go ahead keep on helping.
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