staring sandwich girl

se 82nd near se powell, Portland OR

Description

You were in a lil blue/green suv, eating what looked like a breakfast sandwich. It was hard to tell though, I didn't look for long. You caught me off guard. Minding my own business, sippin my Carmelizer from dutch bois, chuckling about a tag I had passed on a building that just said "RIMJOB". The lines were clean, I liked the placement, the whole thing tickled me so I was just appreciating the art, and laughing, explaining the tag to my buddy over the car phone situation, and waiting for the light to turn. Slowly, I turn my head to the left, and there waiting, hard eyes, staring back at me. A stone cold fox, really a babe. Observant, oppressive, cold. Mouth wide open, stretched around a breakfast sammy, its early, 8:55-9:00 AM, there definitely is egg present, looks like sausage, and some type of biscuit. I am shook, shocked, almost gasping, as my eyes meet such focus and ferocity. I am still mid sentence, laughing, no mask, probably double chinning shamelessy. The words stop though, I stutter. I quickly realize that this beauty has just been watching me and eating her breakfast, me like a fat ape in my silver subaru, cackling and enjoying my small joys, like seeing "RIMJOB" blasted on a wall. I can't escape the cage, the light is still red. My head snaps back forward. I cant help but continue to laugh though. Am I embarassed? Is it fear? What is wrong with me? Why cant I stop laughing? I look back at her to see if the stare is broken, but now she is laughing too. At me? With me? I start laughing harder, my friend starts laughing uncomfortably coming over the speakers in my car, she is still laughing, mouth open, food still being processed, now interrupted by the spectacle that is me. Loud, big, thunderous booming laughs over "RIMJOJB"'s work. Her light turns greens, the turn lane begins to move, I am still stuck in place though waiting for my light. She begins to pull away, still laughing, still eating. You turn west onto Powell, and pull away, laughing through the intersection. Is it with me? Is it at me? Is this true love lost?