Friday January 4, 2008
	The attorney.
	The woman is new to me and she is an attorney and her father is a retired dentist and I am meeting her for coffee.  When I get to our meeting place she is talking on her cell phone and when she sees me she hangs up and she is smiling as she stands while at the same time extending her good female hand.  She says: "Hi Norm." I say: "How are you?" I met her at a supermarket.  I first spotted her as she walked past me pushing a shopping cart in the chilled vegetable isle and she bumped me and said, "Excuse me," and when I looked at the items in her cart there were: A-Vegetables. B-More vegetables. C-Even more vegetables.   I spotted her again in the isle where one selects spaghetti and sauces and then eventually I found myself standing behind her in the check-out at the front of the supermarket and we talked and she said she had been an attorney for five years and that she was single (but had been in other relationships the most recent with a man seven years younger than she), and that she lived in a condominium owned by her parents (The parents did not like or speak to one another but still chose to live with one another.  The father lived on the first floor and the mother lived on the second floor and they communicated using an intercom system.  According to the attorney, in 2005 the mother looked out a second floor window and she saw her ex-husband and he was pushing the 5-horsepower craftsman lawn mower and while he was pushing it he looked up and smiled at his ex-wife and she acknowledged his smile by nodding her ex-wife head while at the same time stretching her lips into a kind of crooked half smile and it was at that moment that the ex-wife gave him the finger for the very first time). "They only allow people over age 55 to live there," she says to me as she pushes her cart to her car.  "I can live there because of a grandfather clause.  It's real quiet." Notes to myself: MINUS: Doesn't eat meat. PLUS: Attractive, thin, but walks like she's made of glass. PLUS: Good talker.  Seems genuinely interested in what I'm talking about and even pauses to ponder after I've spoken. MINUS: Lives in old folks commune.  Concern: Our headboard hitting the wall (while we're engaged in the act of intercourse) will almost certainly lead to a call to the police. MINUS: Prosecuting attorney.  Understands and embraces the need for rules. Thrives on structure and order.  Concern: Possibly a controlling individual and if not now may become dangerously so as she ages.  Concern: With her extensive knowledge of the American legal system (the law) I may find myself committed to a mental institution sooner than I'd like.  Concern: If I become wealthy she has it within her means to declare me incompetent (at any age).  There are potential power of attorney (POA) issues. At the coffee shop she puts her cell phone into her purse, stands and smiles and while she's smiling she extends her hand and says: "Hi Norm." She is better to look at now than when I first met her at the supermarket.  Her clothes are different and she has sprayed perfume onto herself.  Additionally her lips are shiny and she has put her long yellow hair into a bun and it is protruding from the back of her head and some of the hair is resting on her chest and she sorta feels like the alt-dimension half sister of Vicki Gunvalson from the TV show The Real Housewives of Orange County.  At the supermarket her lips weren't shiny. I say: "How are you?" While we drink hot chocolate she tells me how much she likes my 1977 LED wristwatch and I like her for liking it and then she mentions how there's a Dairy Queen in town with her name (a big blinking red neon sign) on it and from there she tells me how she once witnessed an execution and how she thought the guy on the other side of the glass window couldn't see her as he was being executed but he could. "We made eye contact," she says.  "It was kinda creepy." I say: "How 'bout another hot chocolate?" I first spotted her as she walked past me pushing a shopping cart in the chilled vegetable isle. I met her at the supermarket.  PREVIOUS   HOME   NEXT