So I loaded my bags of diet-food onto the bus yesterday, and a cute blond total stranger glanced at me from the rear. Let's give her the allusional code-name "Delpy" and let us wonder how it could happen that we ended up locked in tight embrace within the hour.
A bag of mine fell to the aisle and the driver wisecracked at my exclamation, "My newspapers fell down; I hope they're okay." Then the pretty blond came up to the driver and asked how to get to the beach at the park. Mentifex volunteered that he was going that way and could show her, if she liked. So we got off the bus walked five blocks to the park. She was easy to talk to and remarkably pretty in her fetching blond hair and her shapely black dress.
She had just gotten up at 4:00 a.m. in Denver Colorado and had flown to Seattle for her friend's wedding in suburban Normandy Park over the weekend. I told her that she could have gone to Golden Gardens beach where she was staying in the Ballard neighborhood, and I offered to give her the #44 bus schedule so she could ride to the Ship Canal locks and walk past Ray's Boathouse and the Shilshole Marina to reach the beach on Puget Sound. We were sitting on a park bench while I searched in vain among my bus schedules. Meanwhile I told her how I got stood up for a date last Sunday, but something amazing happened involving Odna Mona who had written "Arthur is a liar" and had made me sit for a photograph that is now on Amazon. Odna Mona's erstwhile boyfriend got written up in last Sunday's New York Times. Delpy knew all about Nirvana and Sound Garden and a little about every topic we touched on in our brief encounter that felt like I was living out a scene from a movie. Between us on the bench, I showed her my Acer Aspire One netbook computer and how I had glued the letters of the Russian alphabet to the keyboard so that I could program artificial intelligence in Russian. Delpy told me about her airplane flight from Spain to Bristol UK where she got detained and threatened with deportation back to Spain because she did not have with her the letter confirming her selection for study abroad in Ireland. The baggage handlers in Spain had stolen her computer, so she had to buy a new one when she got to Ireland. Then three years ago she graduated from the University of Denver in marketing. A member of my family came walking by, and Delpy stood up to be introduced to my aunt. Unbeknownst to any of us, a solitary male surveillance asset was sitting at a nearby bench and overhearing everything.
When Delpy had to go, we both stood up and I felt that she was about to extend a hand for me to shake, but instead she throated, "Give me a hug." Mentifex transferred the World's Most Valuable Computer to his left hand and with my right arm I reached behind her and pressed her incredible softness to me while my cheekbone sought out her own in a Vulcan face-meld, lasting one brief instant in then-time but all the hours since in shock-time. She said not a word as she continued on her journey, either Mission Accomplished or Mission Commencing -- I don't know which.
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