If you haven’t read the fiction post bbelow, it’s one of my best, I think. So is the one on the sidebar. Yes I shamelessly self promote. If this post doesn’t read well, blame it on the people rebuilding the new penthouse next door. I’m exhausted. Oh revenge fantasises are so sweet.
Two or three weeks ago I read that your chances of meeting people you know, on the street, are slimmest in Manhattan. Excluding neighbors, I have since run into five people I know.
Last night I was in Fairway. There was a huge firetruck outside. We have many fire houses in the hood, and they all shop there. Fairway has gourmet produce at great prices for Manhattan. Firemen are of course known for their cooking. For some reason I began to laugh when they talked about the virtues of sun dried tomatoes. I don’t like them as they’re salty.
But I did save Lucia’s life when she choked on one. Well, I said:
“Lucia did you know my biggest fear in life is somebody choking in my presence?”
She laughed so much it came up, and still thinks I tried to kill her with my non Heimlich maneuver. Thought my way was much more efficient.
Some fireman came behind me in line. The basket no shopping cart, twelve items or less line, snakes around a good part of the store but is very efficient.
I asked if they wanted to go ahead of me, because I do sometimes tear up when I see them, or pass a firehouse and see all the plaques honoring lost firemen. The firemen said no, they would wait.
Fortunately the line manager called them. There were about four people ahead of me.
They were talking and laughing and didn’t hear that. I was turning around to tell them when I heard my name called.
It was Lucia. I have lived in the hood for almost a decade; she has for 21 years, and we have never run into each other before. She wouldn’t have turned around if the firemen hadn’t been called, and I wouldn’t have noticed her, though she is stunning 🙂 We took this as a good sign.