WWE Fishing Green 9/12/12 The Lady With a Lot of Green Caught

Wednesday's Gather Writing Essential's Challenge was to create a post that has fishing and green in it. This post has green in it unlike my last two posts. This story along with my others is true. This is out of character for me to write but it is based upon personal experience. It is a bit crude so if crudeness may offend you please do not read any further. My friends at Gather are very important to me. It is highly unlikely that I will write another story like this so for those of you who might be offended please forgive me. My defense is that I am writing a very emotional book and the memory of this helped ease the intensity of writing the stories in my book.

As long as I can remember people have fascinated me. We come in all shapes and sizes. We do all kinds of interesting and sometimes amusing things without meaning to, myself included. We are at our best or our worst when we are out shopping. In my fifty-four years of living I have plenty of memories of interesting people doing interesting things.

One such memory that amuses me every time I think of it occurred some twenty-four years ago. At the time of the memory I was working for a major discount department store. It was located in a working class neighborhood. Our customers were good hard working people. We rarely saw anyone who might be even considered upper middle class and never rich people. No one who shopped there came in fancy clothes. Our store was simply not that kind of a place. This was a day when a most interesting customer came to our store.

The day that this memory was created was a typically warm sunny Southern California day. We had just opened our doors when an obviously rich lady entered through the double glass doors. I had just finished setting up a display near the front and  smelled her before I saw her. I am not sure if her perfume was expensive since I was and am a novice with that sort of thing but she sure had a lot on. I looked up at a regal  looking lady walking like she owned the world or maybe even the store. When she got close enough for me to really see her she turned to the right.  She caught my attention and since I had never smelled anyone quite like her I followed her about but not too close. I walked three feet behind.

I was able to get a really good look at her. She was wearing a kind of blue dress. A color that some would call aqua though I am not entirely sure what that color actually looks like. Her dress had lots of fancies on it so she rustled when she walked. Her hair was piled high on top of her head with hair baubles that matched her dress spread liberally throughout. Her fingernails matched her dress. She wore really red lipsticks in contrast to the blue of her dress. Above her eyes there seemed to be a bit of the same color as her dress though I couldn't be entirely sure as I was afraid to get close enough to really see her face up close. She wore stockings that were almost pure white. Over her right shoulder she had a gold chain attached to both sides of a purse that was the color of her dress. The icing on the cake were a pair of high heel shoes that seemed pretty high but I have never been good at estimating how high shoes are. They too were the color of her dress.

I had never seen a woman dressed like this so I felt that it was my duty to follow quietly behind her as long as she was in our store. I also felt that  it was my duty to motion to about six of my friends to enjoy what I was seeing too. We were like army scouts behind enemy lines almost tiptoeing behind her not making a sound but all of us  wearing large grins. They did not match our shoes or even our shirts but they made us look very good indeed or so we thought whenever we looked back on that memory.

The lady in blue paused suddenly. She looked to the left and gave it a good stare. She looked to the right and gave it a good stare but neglected to check behind her which would have been a wise thing to do since there were seven of us just waiting for her to do something exciting. What she was about to do was so unexpected and so disturbing that some of washed our hands for a very long time after seeing her actions.

At this point she seemed secure enough in the thought that no one was noticing her to take care of something very important. Her right hand with her index finger extended moved to her back side. She used her perfectly manicured fingernail to do some of the most serious digging that I have seen in my lifetime. I have dug my share of gardens using a shovel and have never dug like the lady in the blue dress. No amount of clothing in that part of her would have kept her from doing the digging she did that day. Three of us thought that she was digging for coal, three of us thought that she was digging for gold, one even thought she was digging for diamonds. None of us would ever know for sure. When she stopped digging she brought her hand to the front and carefully examined her finger like one would examine a gun after a shootout. She seemed satisfied with what she saw. We were that's for sure.

We were not sure what she came in for (it was certainly not the woman's restroom which she had passed at least twice). Whatever it was we were glad for the cashier's sake that she didn't find it. We were also glad that she had not used a grocery cart, buggy or anything else that we would have to clean after she left. Without ever looking behind her she gracefully walked to the front of the store with all of us behind her being very aware of her dirty finger. She had given us all a gift not realizing it. For a brief moment none of  us wanted to be rich at least not rich enough to dig like she did.

To the lady in the fancy blue dress so long ago thank you for teaching a few of us that even people with a lot of green once in a while get caught on the bottom.

To those who read through this post and are still offended my sincerest apologies but I had a ball writing it.