2004-09-13 - 2:43 p.m.
In the mirror I beheld a woman ready to do business. Even her wisps of a sideburn were cooperating with the image this afternoon and they lay still, abnormally tame. In her suit she was flat, but her tummy appeared trim too, which is important.
Her left shoe pinched her big toe, perhaps baby blue was not her best color, and she was not confident in her list of questions, but she would go in looking hot and competent. Tomorrow she would exchange her shoes for a size larger.
It had been forever, two or three years, since I had sat in an airport. Here I observed hunters collect their guns and bows and things. They looked mighty pleased with themselves, but the season did not open until the following day, and they were comfortable in their clothes.
The clock is five minutes fast. Good thing I noticed, so I can arrive punctually five minutes early. He'll not mind if it is ten minutes early, will he?
