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One Fine Day: April 15th 2004- Part IV

The line-up is eight people dense at the bank. Normally this would make me a little antsy but I am not really looking forward to this part of my day. A little drag does not bother me. Besides the daylight is shining through the windows just right. I can handle this line-up.
Still, I do not envy the rush of people who come in just after I do.
Two college-aged boys are standing right behind me. The one is cute in his modern take on 70's clothing. His friend is just the other side of pleasant chubbiness.
"Can you even believe Randall and that new dog of his?" Heavy asks, incredulously.
"The benefits of puppies. Woman-folk cannot resist," Hunk replies.
"Yeah. But man, it is not like he is good-looking."
"Well, it's not like he has gotten a date out of it yet," says Hunk. "Makes me wonder what kind of puppy he would need to get one. Actually, it makes me wonder even more what kind it would take for your ass to get a date."
"Shut-up," laughs Heavy.
"Hmmm...A Jack Russell would work."
"You think?"
"As long as you named him You've-Got-Pretty-Eyes."
I think this is funny, but keep my laughter to myself.
The Four Tops come on the radio over the loud speaker, deeply intoning I Can't Help Myself.
Hunk starts to sing along. He appears to know every word.
Heavy looks at him, strangely.
"What?" says Hunk. He starts to shake his hips as he plays over-zealous drums. "Sometimes you just gotta boogie."
"Yeah," Heavy rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I am just not digging it with you."
Hunk throws his friend an irritated look, then keeps on singing with a little smile on his face.
It makes me happy witnessing his little piece of happiness for the day. It was not likely a memory he will keep. It is just one of those moments in time when you do something enjoyable for yourself to keep you going from day to day.
But it was a memory I will keep for him and that is cool in itself.
I am such a bogart.
"Can I help you?" calls a teller from behind the long desk.
I look up to see where the voice is.
As I start walking towards the lady, a sense of dread washes over me...

(To Be Continued)


Very nice cliffhanger, Bogart, don't keep us waiting to long...
Queenie said…
Queenie said…
You are not a very good student.
boys are such big captured them perfectly....
Katie said…
you posted on my blog!you rock!=p

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