Low Budget day

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A woman on a low budget enjoys her day off...

Submitted: July 28, 2018

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“Low Budget Day”

 

It was a Saturday

afternoon

and she was

trying to make

a low budget

day off

work out for

her

the best way

she could,

she had a

pitcher of Margaritas

on the rocks

last Sunday’s

LA Times

crossword puzzle

and a couple of

mixed CD’s

that some kid

in the mail room

wanted her to

listen too,

she had seen

him

bobbing his

head

as he was

delivering the

office mail

and when she

asked

what he was

listening too

before she

could react

he had pulled

his earbuds

out

and stuffed one

into her right

ear

he had a

big smile

on his face

as he watched

her reaction

to the fast

paced music

that was playing

in her ear

and after he

finally set her

ear free

from its phonic

prison

“California Punk”

was all he

said

as he dropped

a stack of

mail

on to the

top

of her desk

putting his earbuds

back in their

proper place

and continuing on

pushing his cart

through the maze

of office cubicles

with today’s

mail

piled inside it

the next day

when she got

to work

she found

these two CD’s

that were left

on her desk,

she pulled her

Discman CD-player

out of a junk

drawer

and sticks in

one of the

discs

turns the sound

low

as it starts

to play

then takes a

seat

at her window

three floors up

over looking

Sherman Way

a busy street

that runs through

the heart of

the valley

the street runs

east to west

with the sun

traveling

parallel to it

as it arcs

into the sky

turning Sherman Way

into a giant

sundial,

right now

the sun is at

the very pinnacle

of its climb

hanging over the

valley

creating shadows

from the street

lights

that are long

and thin

stretching up the

side of the

building

as if reaching

up towards her

third story

window,

she pours her

first Margarita

puts on her

sunglasses

as she looks

out

the window

her voyeuristic

view

of the world

which is right

now

framing up

a yellow VW

Rabbit convertible

full of girls

singing as loud

as possible

“I Love LA”

as the traffic

comes to a

stop

below her window

the sun

lighting up their

mobile stage,

she looks down

at her crossword

question

number three

across

while wondering

if the girls

realize

that they’re in

the valley

and not L.A.

unable to

come up with

the answer

to either

question

she reaches

down

and turns up

the music

her ears liking

the catchy rhythm  

and words

of “Bikeage"

by the Descendents

as the traffic

and the girls

start moving

away from her

window

she focuses her

attention

on an easier

question

from her puzzle

but not before

pouring herself

another Margarita

and pondering

for a moment

whether she

should have salted

the rim

of her glass

coming up with

a No

for an answer,

the balance

it adds to the

taste

isn’t worth the

mess it leaves

behind

always seeming

to find those

oversized

granules of

salt

in the sheets

of her bed,

her eyes

pick up a

couple of

slow moving

male joggers

both wearing

nothing but

running shoes

and orange

neon shorts

and what she’s

guessing to be

red apple watches

but from three

floors up

it’s hard to tell,

their venture

out today

having more

to do with

being seen

then actual

exercise

wanting to

show off

the bodies

they worked

so hard

to get looking

that way,

police sirens

cut through

the fast tempo

of "Lost Again"

by “Suicidal Tendencies”

as two police

cruisers

try and get

by the stopped

cars

in front of

them

the drivers

not pulling over

to the side

of the road

frozen by the

lights

and the high

pitched wail

coming from

behind them,

the two joggers

take this opportunity

to stop and

stretch

as they look

on

able to use

a few of their

more popular

poses

they usually save

for when they

get stopped by

a red traffic

light,

she’s feeling

both loose

and energized

as she lets

the music

take her over

at first just

tapping her pen

against the paper

her eyes looking

through

the empty squares

of her crossword

puzzle

unable to

line up the

right number of

letters

with the right

number of boxes

as her mind

follows the music

and takes her

someplace else,

her shoulders

start to sway

as the words

from the songs

construct themselves

into sentences

right in front

of her

before their impact

is released on

her

in a big way,

she pushes off

her shoes

uses her toes

to pull the

socks

from her feet

and pours her

third

low budget

Saturday afternoon

Margarita

she doesn’t give

the question of

salt

a second thought

as she gives

the glass

a few hungry

swallows

as a new band

Black Flag

follows up

and accentuates

her audio high

making her body

feel light

and wanting to

move

she pops out

of her chair

and does a

double spin

on the sole

of her right

foot

knowing now

she wants to

be

part of the

action outside

not just a

spectator

sitting in the

top row

she wants to

be seen by

others

just like the

two joggers,

she unsnaps her

jeans

and lets them

slide to the

floor

bounces over

to her dresser

and pulls out

one of her

skimpiest

pairs of shorts

she may not

be a ten

or all that

close

to a nine

but she has

an ass

that will get

these shorts

noticed

she trades in

her

loose fitting

top

for a tight

tee shirt

that accents

all the right

places

she’s still moving

around

her apartment

with her sunglasses

already in place

over her eyes

as she takes

her

half pitcher

of Margaritas

to the kitchen

and dumps out

her

Big Gulp soda

from last night’s

dinner

and pours in the

on the rocks

Margaritas

the soda cup

adding a slight

taste of root beer

to her drink

she then

grabs her keys

and that second

Punk mix CD

and decides to

spend

the rest of

her

low budget

day off

turning some

heads

and walking

hand in hand

with the sun,

west

down Sherman Way

boulevard…

 

Tom Allen…07-06-2018…


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