I am hiding in the line at Starbucks.
I am not proud of hiding from a little old woman, but in these circumstances, you do what you gotta do.
I got caught watching Mama Evil evict some poor business guy from his seat.
And the glare of an old Russian woman, possibly a gypsy, is not something to be shrugged off.
Thru the display racks, I can see Evil Couple settling themselves in with Mama Evil.
Mrs. Evil Couple does not look happy.
More of a pissed off wet cat vibe going on.
I can’t prove it, but I still think Mama Evil was fixing it so her daughter got wet on the walk into Starbucks.
Anybody else you would say this about and you would give them the benefit of the doubt.
And before you accuse me of being vile in the mind to a little old lady, step a mile in my Nikes and consider what I have seen and heard with this bunch.
So, anyway, since I am hiding on the other side of the display case, this is not stalking.
The only down side, is, I can’t hear what is being said.
However, it appears that Mama Evil is ripping the kids a new one for something.
I get my coffee and head to the cream and sugar kiosk.
I take my time, but I really can’t hear anything significant.
Other than Mama Evil using the word shit once.
As my crap luck would have it, there is not a table within spitting distance of the group and I end up on the other side of the room.
So, I hunker down, swill my caffeine and begin typing away, recording the goings on.
In a bit of a creepy running gag, several times I look up and find Mama Evil, glaring at me.
Its like getting caught masturbating before you are old enough to feel guilty about it.
You know you might be in trouble for doing something wrong, but you aren’t sure what.
And, as happens sometimes when the caffeine starts to kick in, I get into these writing jags and forget everything around me.
You know that feeling you get when you are sure someone is staring at you, and it feels so strong that you don’t want to look up, because if you don’t see them, they aren’t there, like you are invisible.
If that last line doesn’t make sense to you, this is just a little insight into the crazed crap that goes thru my head.
Mama Evil is standing in front of my table, glaring at me live and in person.
I can see the Evil couple over at the door, getting ready to go out into the weather.
Mama Evil is wagging a finger at me.
“You need to mind your business, it is very rude, what you do.”
And with that, she turns and walks off.
I realize I am sweating.
The feeling of relief that comes over you when something scary is over and your mind finally freaks out is a strong one, and not easily shrugged off.
She is right though.