Most of life’s mundanities unravel to me when I take a sharp left or when I go on an adventure of lazy lane switches. And, almost always, the Radio is blaring. I prefer the bad song sounds to my bad engine sound.
Today, while coming back from work, I was wondering if I could phase out and still drive and still reach safely? I phased out for two seconds. At a red light. I love life, I am glutton about it. So I crank up the volume and refocus and the radio mulled over ” Two minute relationships”
What are those? Like a silent pact between two strangers sharing standing space on a divider, waiting to cross the road? An agreement to not die or not push the other under a bus. Sounds like an important agreement to me. Then, I started thinking about all the two minute relationships I’ve had.
- The never ending stranger meets in elevator. Who’ll push the buttons? Whats that perfume?
- The red light romance. I see you, you see me. I turn away, because I have to pick my nose.
- The co shopper. You and I, same aisle, same cereal? I walk away, muttering prayers for the oats in her cart and mine. Look at our waistlines, we don’t eat oats.
- The book shop love.That one person who picks just the right book. So long, lover
- The wait at the chemist’s. I know you are lactating, You know I am constipating. We share a bond beyond words.
- The salesman at the jewelry store. Everything looks good on me? Can I model? No ? Why are you smiling?
- The everyday guy gang at the end of my street. They hate me for my obnoxious honking, I hate them for the hoots.
- My watchman, who is picked right out of a ghost story. We only stare, intensely.
And intensely staring, I get into my car, for another adventure. I lead the bug to the morning sunlight. Bathe, little bug. We have a lot more flirting to do.