Not Her Again

It was the usual cast of characters.  The local brew woman, who always had a smile on her face.  Then the herbal woman who was glad to see me. Market day in town was always a potpouri of flavors, smells and textures.  A dozen brussel sprout stalks were artistically stacked in a bucket, a picture perfect opportunity.  I was glad to have my droid handy for a photo.

"I was hoping you would be here," she said.

"Git over here and give me a hug," she added.

"I could use one of those right about now."

Just as I was about to hug my friend, something caught my view.

"Hurry, hug me so she doesn't come this way, " I pleaded pointing.

Katie always gave the warmest hugs.

"Oh, her, she is quite the trip," Katie said.

"Odd, strange, whatever, but interesting at the same time," she said.

"Interesting, now that is a euphemism!"

"More like just plain rude," I said.

There she was in her long sleeved polo, gray and red horizontal strips.  And that mangy dog again.

I moved away so as NOT to be seen.  Her performance the other day at the cafe was enough for a life time.  I wasn't hurt, I mean HOW could you take that rudeness in?  Anyone that rude needs all the love and compassion we can muster.

I moved about and her gaze followed me.  Then suddenly she happened upon me.  I was cornered next to a vendor's table between flower pails.  No where to go.

She moved in like a leopard stalking its prey.

"Hi, there, oh, I have seen these UFOs since we last talked.  What do you make of it?" her voice questioned ever so humbly.

"Oh my, it's Her Rudeness," I added with softened eyes and voice and the grin of a Cheshire cat.

"Yes, I am blunt and rude," she said.

Her long, blond straggly and straight unwashed hair poured over her man-like body. She was a foot over my petite frame. The once piercing blue eyes were pleading for friendship and I sure didn't want any of her.

She knew who she was and I was glad when the conversation came to a closure. For thirty minutes, she continued her gaze toward me, orchestrating a move to get closer.  She wanted to engage in more conversations.  She wanted me to be her friend.  My friends kept coming over and she was pushed aside.  Several times.  Eventually she moved on, a few vegetables in hand.

Head down.