1.8.17





perks of certain jobs have nothing to do with the particular company or business you work in

they simply afford youan I mean utterly  basically  fundamentally  simply afford you the possibility of being in the right place at the right time
                      without apology                                                       

apologies tarnish ones  ones    timingfor lack of a better word   timing(he wouldnt indulge Coincidence – he didnt believe in the creaturedidnt believe in its hoary manifestationits deliberate groping clawing craving pullingits Confidence in the proclamation of its name NO)

timing . . .

                 timing . . .

 
                                          Timing IS everything



he worked in a corporate liquorstore(as a teenager he worked for a small Chicagoland chain called Phillips Liquors where he learned how true customer service is provided and the drastic difference between it and corporate who provides first for itself)

the liquorstore is situated off a highway in a strip mall  

it kept its high-end liquor locked up inside of glass cases  mirrored-backed  glass shelves

he had yet to ascertain the rhyme or reason why corporate kept certain spirits  aside from their pricing  inside these cases  there were many as-expensive-and-more-expensive stock on the shelves that were accessible to anyone and  AND corporate was insistent when a customer selected a confined liquor the clerks were not to let the customer have the liquor if the customer wished to continue shopping but were required to carry it up to the cashiers where they would hold it for the customer

that was the first rule he ditched

if his customer intended to continue shopping he offered them the choice 

he felt that part of the process of shopping for liquor was the enticement the fingering feeling of the glass bottles in their handstheir shapes  an unmistakably sensual experience 

there was that  and then  after all  they were full-blown adolts not mewling or spastic or irresponsible children


DO NOT ENTER UNLESS 21 YEARS OLD
there was that too




a clutch of cackling laughing Latinas came in together through the automatic sliding glass doors(thats another story)
five fullbodied lusty women  they were offleash(he was doubtful they ever parlayed the notion of leashes – if rampant machismo wouldnt have leather thongs at their throats why would they) they were splendid in their raucous chorus made him want to throw in with them whatever their adventure was to be  it oiled by libations they were seeking

he welcomed them

they stopped silent in a communal pause  undressed him with their large black eyesappearing larger for their heavy mascara and devised highlights  and seemingly satisfied they sighed Hola in a long single breath

he nodded  May I help anyone
they burst into their tongue eyerolling almost elbows jabbing  then the woman at their head shushed them and replied in broken English  Mebbe noThank you

If I can be of help please let me know  Thank you


they had a little difficulty breaking off eye contact  then they huddled up 


then they broke huddle and dispersed into the store three bays wide


he didnt know their culture

he didnt know many Mexicans Puerto Ricans South Americans and hadnt mixed with them until moving to California

that said  offhand according to his taste it seemed to him that only one out of six Latinas attracted him  and that estimate seemed to be born out in this enthused batch  and that one  she and he  exchanged a healthy sustained glance(thats another story) as the other women fanned out into the various liquor aisles

they briefly nodded 

they smiled

then she followed in the wake of her friends


they moved separately

they met in twos or threes

disbanded

merged again in different twos and threes 

dispersed again

it seemed they werent on the same page   each obviously at their preferences


eventually(and it was a stunning event) the young woman who nodded to him sauntered up the aisle towards him where he stood at the cash register  Could you please help me she asked as she walked up beside a locked glass case that held vodkas 

Id be very happy to he said coming out front behind the counter keys in hand  approaching her You appear to be a woman after my own heart

Am I

You are  Youre before the cocktail vodkas

Cocktail vodkas 

Yes  Vodkas that are standalones not mixed  Which is your poison

Poison

What do you prefer  Poison  Im from the Midwest  is slang for what liquor or spirit you like   I have no idea what the Spanish slang might be   Its colorful  Fun

Ah  I understand   she turned to the glass and pointed My poison is mango CIROC

Flavoured French vodka
You like vodka  You said Im a woman after your own heart

You are  My poison goes back and forth between Grey Goose French wheat and Chopin Polish potato  Though recently Chopin is more appealing

he excused himself  stepped before her  with his back to her unlocking the cabinet she said But maybe  I think  I am not a woman after your own heart
he slid the glass door aside grasped the CIROC at its middle  Not after my heart  Hows that  he turned around to his left the bottle in his right she had moved up on him while his back was turned  his right knuckles ran across jostled her ample left breast he stoppedhe hadnt expected her to move up as close to him as she did he stopped with the bottle between her breasts looking down into her cleavage 

he took a healthy sustained glanceand a might bit longer before he looked up into her face 

but he had to wait to look her in the face

she was still looking down into her cleavage where his fist rest comfortably between her breasts


she looked up into his eyes
she blinked
she didnt step back
he couldnt step back
he wasnt uncomfortable
she wasnt uncomfortable
I said I might not be the woman after your heart

An hows that

I was going to ask you what I could mix CIROC with

he paused  he looked down into her cleavage again       
I have two ideas

she burst out into unfettered open-mouthed laughterhe enjoyed her jiggle rapturously her teeth bright white against the caramel of her skin 
                 then gathering her witsdaubing her eyes with her the back of her handsher knuckles clearing the laughter out of her throat
You have two ideas

I do

And if you would

Yes  I would   Either not mixing CIROC or mixing it with pineapple juice

Oh  she feigned crestfallen

Because frankly I dont think Ive ever enjoyed CIROC more than at this momentan that brings two other ideas to mind
he didnt say
he gently moved his hand right    moved his hand left



Is it getting hot in here he asked her


MyGawd she could jiggle

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