"Chad Chadwick," this glorious man said extending his hand.
"Lois, Lois Phinney," I replied.
"Funny you don't look like a Lois... you look more like a...Veronica."
I leaned against the vegetable bin suppressing a chuckle. I suppose aside from the brunette
bun, cherubic complexion and tomboyish figure I could pass for a Veronica.
"Thanks," I replied. "But I should be going. A girl's gotta eat."
"How about dinner then?"
"No that's not what I meant." I felt flushed.
"No, no I'm asking you. How about dinner?"
"Oh I don't think so," I was so relieved my mother couldn't see this.
"Aw c'mon, it's the least I could do after the water incident."
The water incident.
Omigod I could only imagine how I looked with mascara running down my face
and my hair stuck to my head. I'm sure I looked like a distant relative of Bozo the Clown.
"I'm off in 20 minutes. How about I pick you up in an hour?"
Continuing to dry myself off, I felt his curious expression, almost hesitant, waiting for an answer.
"Well, I suppose we could get together for a quick bite."
"Great! I'll see you then." He turned and with long strides made his way down the aisle.
Retrieving my basket of groceries, I walked towards the checkout feeling excited and nauseous.
I made a mental note of the clothes in my closet.
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Story of My Life
הומורSweet Lois Phinney hasn't had a lot of luck with the opposite sex. When her mother and nosy next door neighbor try to encourage her to get out there. Lois decides to become the master her own destiny. This is a short story I had written almost 20...
