If You See Something, Don’t Just SAY Something!
I caught his gaze, but couldn’t de-code the emotion behind
it. I was flattered that he looked at me
– him being so handsome. He had that
George Clooney, salt-and-pepper hair, a khaki trench coat, and just emanated an
“I am a professional, successful, wealthy male.” Frankly, he seemed out of place in the pizza take-out
line, but, as they say, “any port in a storm” - I’ll take in good scenery whenever it’s
around. It was just his look that
puzzled me. Well, until I got in my
vehicle. Then the pieces came together.
I gently placed the small pizza on the passenger seat. I made sure the lid was popped so I could eat
a few pieces on the way home – ahhh, slightly crispy mushrooms and juicy chunks
of pineapple! I could hardly contain
myself. I straighten-ed myself in the
seat; my right hand reached across to the left shoulder to grab the seatbelt
and pull it across my body to “click it.”
Then I saw my entire left arm of my black winter jacket. From the top of the shoulder all the way down
past the elbow was colored chalk. My
favorite profanity slipped out of my mouth as easily as it would come out of
the bull. I began fervently brushing off
the marks and smudges with a dry napkin.
Now I know why he was looking at me.
And then it came to me: Why
didn’t he SAY SOMETHING?
If all of these campaigns across the whole USA are screaming
at us: “If you see something, SAY
SOMETHING,” can we expect a person who does not respond to CHALK DUST to
respond to more dangerous things?!
