There is a Starbucks in Hawthorne that always has their AC running when I go there.
I call it the Freezer.
Thank god they serve hot coffee there, because at 59 degrees, hypothermia can set in with iced coffee before you can finish your blueberry scone.
I got in line behind two people and when I finally stood in front of the cashier, my nipples were like little rocks, no lie.
I got my cup of addiction and had a seat.
Its not a Starbucks I go to that often, mainly because I gave my parka to Goodwill when I moved back to LA from Portland Oregon.
Just as I was setting up my laptop, I saw her come in.
Every now and then you see someone with the beautiful gene and the intelligence to present it.
Stunning woman. Average height, maybe mid-thirties. Business suit cut well enough to accentuate an incredible build without being slutty. (Harder than you think.) Just beyond shoulder-length blond hair styled very feathery without going near “Jersey Hair.” Mirrored sun glasses hid what had to be blue eyes, and a flawless, perfect mouth.
I had this feeling that I knew her, My mind kept telling me that was impossible, she had the type of looks you remember seeing.
With her was a younger man in a business suit. He had that look of being just a step above car salesman.
Real estate agent.
I usually do my best not to stare, but I step over into rude often enough that I may just retire there and get it over with.
They got their coffee and sat down at a table just behind me.
Miss Gorgeous sat less than a foot behind me.
“A few good prospects today, the Asian lady kept telling her husband they would love living there. This should sell quickly.” The young guy had a salesman’s voice, suave and assured.
“She smelled like dead fish, I hated them.” The woman’s voice drifted back, cultured and European.
Oh shit…..I felt a chill make its way up my spine and raise every hair on the back of my neck.
I know that voice. I have written several thousand words about this woman.
My ass went into full clinch with recognition.
Mrs. Evil. Couple.
It was one of those moments where, to quote one of my favorite comics, “The left half and the right half of the brain come to a screeching halt. The left says to the right, Its dark in here, and we may die.”
This evil, rotten…..the only word that comes to mind is bitch, but it doesn’t carry enough venom. I would use the C word, but it isn’t broad enough in scope.
To suddenly have the image of an incredibly beautiful woman mixed in with memories of personally witnessing her absolute disdain for everyone and everything around her was almost too much to take.
Her voice pulled my tortured mind back to the present.
“Why did you keep talking about your sister? You kept going on and on, it was very uncomfortable. I doubt we will get any offers because of it.”
“What?” The young guy seemed confused, suddenly slammed. “We were talking about family and siblings. I didn’t think it seemed out of place.” There was doubt in his voice.
She pounced on it. “It was creepy, I thought she was an ex lover until you said she was your sister.”
That got him. “I really think that’s uncalled for.” He was indignant and rightfully so.
Not that it would help. He went for an end to the subject. “We’ll just agree to disagree.”
Take that disagree and cram it, buddy. You have no clue who you are messing with.
“You remind me of my cousin.” She changed the subject without warning.
“Huh, what cousin?” The young guy was off balance.
“He is young, a drug addict, he sucks old men for money. He would agree with you, you seem very similar.“
It was a football punt to the nut sack that the kid never saw coming. It was insulting on several levels at once.
He sputtered for a few moments, then just got up and left without saying a word.
I looked at the front counter. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her watching him go.
She made a noise that sounded like she was chuckling.
I wanted to turn around so badly, but I reminded myself that Mr. and Mrs. Evil Couple had no idea that they occupied such a prominent place in my life. Mainly as entertainment, but still.
When she spoke, I thought at first she was talking either out loud or to me. Then I realized she was on her phone.
“I don’t want to work with Henry again, he ruined the open house.” Sounded like the boss on the phone.
“I think he was high today, he hit on the wives, and a few of the husbands, I think.”
The buzz on the phone was someone outraged.
“Don’t worry, I have an offer to submit, one of my clients texted me on the way to Starbucks.”
The conversation must have changed, I couldn’t hear anything else on the phone, but I knew real estate people.
The broker she worked for may or may not believe her, but in real estate, or just sales in general, you go with the hot hand. If she was selling big, the young guy would be thrown under the bus without hesitation.
I love this woman.
There is something just old school menacing about her. Like the evil queen in the Disney version of Snow White, but with a better ass. The fact that she cleaned up into a stunner only served to make it all hotter and more shameful at the same time. It was one of those situations that was exhilarating, and at the same time, you just felt dirty.
She might be the antichrist.
Before anyone goes off on that comment, I didn’t say she was, I said she might be. All I know is that she is married to a doctor, lives in the tree section of Manhattan Beach, and gave birth to twins about ten years ago.
Absolutely nothing to connect her to most of Revelations.
Unless of course the twins are named Famine and Pestilence.