johnotronic

A girl came into the store yesterday and put a purse on hold. I was waiting for her to pick it up all day today.

I thought her to be quite fetching. I saw her giggling a bit in my direction with her friend when she was in line, and I interpreted that to mean they were talking about me. Of course, I'm no good at this kind of interpretation, so there's a strong chance I was wrong.

She was on crutches, but the sharp bulge on her left hip that caused her skirt to jut out awkwardly hinted at a more serious malady. She wore one of those Mexican rug-made-shirt dealies that were popular on surfers in the early nineties, as well as a blaze orange stocking cap. But despite the visual trainwreck that was her outfit, her face was really quite beautiful, creating what my photography teacher would call "an interesting juxtaposition." Her eyes were huge and blue, her blonde hair was just creeping out from under her cap, and her pouty lips parted like a theater curtain to reveal the cutest shy smile when she told me her name. Viikki. Two Ks. Short for Victoria?

When you don't know anything about someone, you can make them into anyone you want.

My coworkers think I'm batty.