viernes, 6 de julio de 2012

Amor y no mamadas

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I much prefer the automated checkers at the grocery store--they, I mean to say SHE, because, really, it was just the one with me, the only one, for me, I guess, but this checker actually talks to you....says please, thank you, and repeats itself without getting irritated or impatient--and here in Vegas, that's better than a slot machine. I started shopping at this one Albertson's, at first just occasionally on my way back to my rental, and then, more often, you know, going in during off-peak hours when it was slow so I knew I'd always be sure to get this one automated check-out machine with what I thought had just the nicest tone to her voice--and, after making her acquaintance, so to speak, I started, well you know, dressing nice, making sure I was shaved-the whole bit, smiles, complements (you can't tip them--I found out it's against store policy--but that's a whole other deal), and after having spent probably at least $100 in over-priced Albertson's groceries (well, so she could see real clear that I'm not a cheapskate, like some guys here in town--you know Vegas, right?), anyway, including some of the fresh flowers that I would, just kind of smooth-like, leave in what she had so nicely informed me, that first time we met, was the "bagging area," some of their nicer "on sale" flowers--I mean they're still pretty much fresh, and anyway, she knew what I meant, which is what counts I always say..you know, like I like to say, "It's what you MEANT, not what you SPENT," but after a couple of times of that, the matron they have there to help you in case you get stuck, but for me was just an old stuck-up busybody--nosy?! Well, especially after keeping me from tipping my checker girl--I expect this matron gal was just jealous-not getting the attention..but anyway, that's not my lookout, I found the one I wanted, but all the same she had started watching me, like I say, kind of jealous-like, downright SUSPICIOUS-some women, well she had a sharp eye and would catch me up and tell me how I forgot my flowers and all-but I didn't offer any to her cause I didn't want her getting wrong ideas-I already had my hands full and happy--well I did my best and finally worked it around to where I asked MY checker out, and she was still just as polite and gracious as I had come to know her to be, but still SHY, you see? LORD she was shy, not even coy, just shy. Well, I couldn't keep the Matron lady from hearing and all, and she looked at me kind of queer-like, and told me, all business, but not jealous like before, that this was my checker's last night on account of her tallies not coming out right at the end of her shift, and that there was no use in me coming back in there any more, that my checker wouldn't be there, they were taking her out--just like that. Maybe I caused her to lose track of her work with my visits and our attraction and all--probably what that shyness when I asked her out was-knowing the axe would be falling-well, of course things dimmed for me a bit there, the security guard came over and stood back a little, off to the side, but with his eyes watching us, so I new they weren't joking, so I picked up my flowers this time and went. Things were a little rugged for a while after that, but one thing changed-I never after that could face being with another slot machine, or video poker bar machine either. More lately I'll pick up a few essentials at the 7-11, off-hours, the women behind the counter can seem some friendly at times, but they don't sell the fresh flowers there, and they have the usual guys hanging round making time with those old slots. I've been thinking about, well, this town just doesn't, anyway, seem to be so much as it used to. 

(Odio escribir con la computadora de mi madre)

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