Sunday, July 18, 2010
People are zombies too, or "I thought you spelled jugs with two g's"
Well, that's probably not you, but that was me. Picture my gangling self as a kid running away from those old ladies a lot.
In my apartment complex, everyone goes to bed at 9pm. Everyone but me, that is. It's very bizarre actually.
Late one night a few weeks ago, I arrived home at around 11pm. I noticed a tall, very slim figure in between a couple of cars. I watched this figure and noticed one shoulder protruding oddly higher than the other shoulder. I stopped my car and watched some more. She carried two gallons of milk in her arms, and a bunch of groceries, too. Her awkward, lopsided appearance probably came from attempting to hold way too much.
I should have been chivalrous and offered to help carry the groceries, but instead, I just watched from the safety of my car.
Another of these tall, slender figures emerged, again carrying two jugs of milk and other sundries, again lurching and hunching awkwardly. And she looked strangely similar to the first woman.
As they walked toward their apartment, all I could think about was how carrying way too much weight strangely contorted their bodies in interesting ways.
After they disappeared into the darkness, I thought, "hmm, those sisters were cute, I should have looked at their faces."
I've never seen those women before or since. I'm not sure exactly where they disappeared to in such a mystical way. I was left with a ton of pressing questions, most notably this, "What do skinny chicks do with four gallons of milk?"
Photo courtesy of TomFullum purchased on istockphoto.