Vino Volo -- Discover Great Wines   Jesus

                                                     DFW  Dallas/Fort Worth airport

a gray man sitting alone in the Vino bay at a café table noshing from charcuterie board sipping a goblet of white wine

shook him

          reminded him of his distinctdisappointment with two cops a show streaming on-line man and woman vying concluding their assessment at a murder scene

it was a slaughter

blood everywhere 

he said I could use a drink

she replied I need a drink

curt cop talk

next scene

            theyre sitting in a hoity-toity lounge sipping white wine  tie loosened white shirt topbutton unbuttoned   Jesus

Yafuckin kiddin me

he was out

the gray man had earbuds in his mouth moved in convo between bites of meat and cheese that he pickedup with his fingerslicked them wiped them off in a linen napkin on his lap

                                                                  atasudden he vigorously wiped his fingershands pickedup his iPhone that laid beside the board punched its face with a knuckle

                                                                                 STOPPED

rubbed the back of his his neck  irritated

he wore a pressed pinstripe blue-to-purplish shirt open at the throat pressed gray slacks black Sketchers

a strawberryblonde sat down at the table beside him partiallyobscuring his vision of gray she plunked in earbuds

gray donned hornrimmed glassesreally went at worried his phone

                                                                     then

a tall lanky black fella in limegreen Nikes stopped an stood directly in front of him yakking into his phone

                                                                                                                He never mentioned it again. I don’t know if I fucked up or what.

he tuned him out  wasnt an eavesdropper

confident the cat fucked up

he returned his attention to the New York Review of Books he was reading when he happened to lookup at the crowd hustling in either direction and had seen the gray man who reminding him of the hardboiled Twentyfirst Century cops unfortunately

                hardboiled

he was being facetious   Jesus

limegreen stood in front of him a good fiveseven minutes turning in a tight circle clockwise counter asif his foot was nailed to the concourse linoleum

                                    then

he split

strawberryblonde was sipping a white wine

gray man gone

                   too bad he didnt take the cops with him

DFWtime 1216,  day-between-2-Ts,  13  9. 23

1058,  Sunday,  1  10. 23

The White Stripes  Hardest Button to Button  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3ceE43AHyw