Green with Envy

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One night in a restaurant...

Submitted: June 17, 2008

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Din, as defined, is a loud persistent noise, especially one composed of confused sounds; and if the combination of jazz music in the background, the people milling about and bumping into one another, and the multi-content volumes of incessant talking of everyone in the restaurant waiting room wasn’t din I don’t know what is. My head was swirling from all the confusion from the commotion taking place. It needed something to jeep my focus. I needed something to stop the world from spinning out of control and making me stand up and tell everyone to Shut Up!
It was just then that I notice her. She was sitting on a bench across from me and she was beautiful, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I was mesmerized by her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She caught me staring and gave me a huge smile. I smiled back. She looked away for a moment and she returned to catch me staring and I didn’t care. I couldn’t figure it out at first but all of a sudden she notice something and her eyes may have been blue, the most beautiful of blue, the bluest of the blues, but she could only see green. She wanted what she wanted and she wanted right then. She looked like she thought she could almost reach out and touch it, it seemed. The wait for her would feel like eternity. She began to weep and the anticipation that built up was something that, although it wasn’t the first time, it was most certainly a fairly new emotion for her. If she had to wait any further she thought she might explode right then and there. The realization that she may not obtain the object of her desire might just send her over the edge, an edge that not many wanted to witness. The weeping, and a good deal of pouting, if you will, was segueing into a full blown breakdown, but I knew what the object of her affection was.I preempted the all out mayhem, and made her day, as I leaned down and handed my daughter that big pink balloon she wanted.


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