my chair, a child’s stool where my arms rest on either leg as I type. My life is in re-adjustment at the moment. For eight months and one week the days have been forty hours. This is the third day into the 24 hours-are-mine-mode. This morning around ten a.m. the decision was made to stop by a local business that had advertised via the internet. No internet apps or calls it said. Stop by in person.

Walking into the cool metal building I was suddenly aware that four heads jerked up, staring as if I were an intruder in a jungle setting. The look on their faces and the feeling that permeated the air signaled DANGER, INTERLOPER, RRRRRRRR…just like an unhappy cat. While they continued to stare without a hint of smile on their lips or eyes, I asked were applications still being accepted. Scanning each face, my purpose was to let them know I was open to dealing with any of the four. One finally murmured, “Yeah, I think they are…” Someone walked across and pushed the application sheets and gave me a pen. My gut feeling indicated drama in this place. Setting down, the application was short, which was great considering I wanted to do this as fast as possible and skee-daddle. Not in a long time have I felt THAT much wariness from the female sector. You would’ve thought I’d asked could I date their boyfriend or husband. Which would’ve been hilarious since I could be their mother for sure, probably one or two, their GRANDmothers.

After squinting to read the sections, (no way was I going back to my car for glasses) thankfully a male walked in and standing up, I offered the application into his hand with his response of, ” I’ll give it to him”…I thanked him, opened the door and exited the estrogen dominated chokehold.  

I think I heard a faint noise after the door closed…I’ll bet they have their own in-house shredders…if you know what I mean…RRRRRRR…

 

 

 

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