Shark Key Chain

Blog 8

       

          I went to a predetermined spot and she followed me. I ignored her because it doesn't matter that much. She bowed to the human I was speaking with. I ignored her again. I stood behind her in line for the bathroom. This time I felt weird. Did we keep bumping into one another or was I just noticing her more than other people? When I went to change into clothes and to do so I found a secluded spot. She placed her items minutes later next to mine. Should I break the ice and just say something? Perhaps make a joke, or ask about what she seeks in the mighty void. Maybe ask if she has a sense of smell as I do not. Or ask if she received a shark key-chain or knew someone I could get one from. I didn't ask any of my thoughts. I assumed many before me had and she most likely didn't want that. We were here to to the same things, just she was a lot better at them. She is the best at them. So I remained silent.When I brushed my hair we made eye contact through the mirror in front of us. We have a the same haircut. This was our first and only connection. We were inches from one another, neither of us speaking nor making eye contact again. I left shortly after. I was perplexed. Did she want my autograph or a photo? She could have asked. I don't need one with her, but if sometime tomorrow we get one, I will keep you, my dear reader, informed. Thankfully I do not think Katie L. even remembers our interactions of today. As for Simone M, that's another story for another time near a warm fireplace while sipping hot apple cider. 

Enjoy Life, 

      Cincy Fox

      Raquel Crowe