Okay, so I'm standing in line at Penney's this morning with my arms loaded with clothes (they had a great sale); the woman in front of me was waiting for her shopping companion to return to the counter with another item. This guy walks right past me with his daughter and stands there like I don't even exist. I couldn't believe it! Now I'm fairly certain, judging by my reflection in the mirror, that I'm not too small to miss. I'm rather much on the can't-miss-me side. So I can only conclude that I must be disappearing, becoming invisible, but only for moments, for the cashier certainly saw me so as to ring up my purchases and take my money.
I can see it now - I'll begin to disappear only occasionally, hopefully not at fully embarrassing moments, and then it will happen more and more until I'll vanish completely. So what's a gal to do when she begins fading, seeping into the woodwork, falling between the cracks, draining away to nothing?
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