The Skimmer and I decided to go out for burgers last night. We got to our regular place and looked for seats at the bar. It was cozy and warm, decorated with tiny white lights and pine. The place was packed but two women looked as though they were ready for their check so we lingered behind them, taking care not to hover too close. They paid and got ready to leave. The blonde was cheerful, kind eyes twinkling, kidding us about keeping our seats warm. The brunette took her good old time putting on her coat, leaving her purse on the bar and knocking her empty chair closer to the the blonde’s empty chair with her hip so that we weren’t able to sit down. The blonde had walked several feet away and paced while brunettey stalled, searching her pockets and giving me dirty looks every few seconds while flipping her hair from left to right. She was in control for those few minutes. I chose not to smack her in the head with a poinsettia.
It was my gift to her.