They seem genuinely embarrassed in their yellow slickers with the collar turned up. They look at you as if to say…yeah I know, but she feeds me, she hugs me. What are you gonna do. You gotta take the good with the bad after all.
Boobs on parade.
Tis the season where they cheerfully greet you on every corner in all shapes and sizes like flirty flight attendants…wiggling, preening, happy to be in and out of their cups, so to speak. I’m waiting for a cop to pull two over and say….up against the wall girls, and don’t try any funny business.
Like ants at a picnic. Thousands of them with cameras and maps, hotdogs and fat rear ends polluting the Park like they’ve never seen grass before. We must also account for their littering as if they think maid service continues outside the hotel.
Free Shakespeare in the Park that’s not so free if you have to sleep on a blanket all night to insure a seat. You know what’s free? Walking in ten minutes before curtain.
Married couples who don’t speak to each other.
After 40 years, what else is there to say. By now it’s all eye rolling and hand signals. Of course there are exceptions not to mention, emergencies where you have to address your spouse alerting him with…your fly’s open there buster.
Which brings me to the suit on his phone talking in stereo, his zipper, not only open but as wide as the Mississippi. Smug and drenched in self-importance having no idea he was at half mast. Practicing zipping my lip, which is more than I can say for him, zipping his pants, I just walked on by, but then heard my mother mewl from the ether..have I taught you nothing? Don’t let him stand there looking like such a schmo even though…making me back up to tell him…
Hey Sparky…yeah you, the one who thinks he’s so fly…pun intended…the candy’s store’s open.
I gaze along the Mississippi like Huck Finn with a Latte instead of an oar.
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