While 22 a lady a little older than me, came into the gas station I worked at on Christmas Eve. We would always chat while I rang her up, bs, joke around-she was a regular customer. She half joked that I should come over after work and we could get drunk together to celebrate a shitty holiday. I responded back with something like ahaha yea right I get out of here at midnight, would be super late, maybe another day when I get off at an earlier time. Mostly because I was nervous and thought I would have more chances to get my act together and connect with this drop dead gorgeous goddess, that at the time drove a perfectly well kept old school f150 with mossy oak window tint and full sleeves on her perfect porcelain arms.

Owner of the store had some financial missteps and sold the station without warning. I was gone one week later and never got a chance to see her again. It’s been almost 10 years and she pops into my brain from time to time. I often wonder if she ever thinks similar thoughts.

C’est la vie.