Thewaitress and charlikelly are shacking up!!! Are they this boards first couple?
Oh shit...discretion...damnit!
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shareYes. Young people in love. I was at the Greyhound Bus Depot a week ago and watched this young couple cavort for much of an hour. They were wonderful. Full hugs, then would release a measure and just talk face-to-face. They were standing outside the Depot, half in the shade of the Depot's canopy & half in the sun. It was warm, but, not quite hot hot. Bearable. The Depot was air conditioned with a television mounted close to the ceiling. I was going to sit in there and wait, but, just as I disembarked my car I saw them, slid back in and turned the ignition. The A/C blasted forth. They always, always seemed to be physically joined. Always on their feet, facing one another.
I cut the engine, got out & purchased an iced coffee from the Mexican Cafe' there---returned & sat in my Cadillac, door ajar and I suppose spied them. Nothing was ever untoward. Usually there are touches and clutches, but, not that early afternoon. A week later I can now imagine her name Tress, his CK. They weren't from here, they were clothed in light coats, layered clothing.
The bus was tardy coming down from Flagstaff. A roll over at Sunset Point.
I opened the passenger door and nudged it with my right foot. Prompting cross ventilation. (My power windows are shot).
She laid her right cheek upon his chest. His smile brilliant in the high sun.
Then, there it came, down the Avenue, long and blue and gray. I scanned back to the Depot. The waiting throng began to stir & filter from inside the building. The Bus circled the quadrant, I watched in my side & rear view mirrors---disappearing at one point for a minute as it crossed the back of the strip mall then re-emerged at the side of the Depot-pointed in the right direction. I always love that part.
They kissed again and held one another. Then released and he abruptly started toward me..."Where the fuck are you going, kid?"---My voice emphatic.
She? She queued up. She never looked back. He never looked back.
I nonchalantly pulled my door-a-too, slipped reflective sunglasses back on. He passed my car about a yard off, never taking notice. I caught him in the rear view mirror---he got into a mud caked black sports utility vehicle, turned out of the lot and drove away.
Oddly...nice story.
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