2002-05-19 12:17 p.m. I knew that she was a vendor of seashells and that her umbrella-topped cart was stationed down by the sea shore, but it never occurred to me to ask her why... Why would you sell something in the place where it exists in abundance? She was cute and I found myself fascinated by so many little things, including the way she drank soda, so I kept forgetting to ask her why she didn't try selling sand, or salt-water, or any other beach-based item. It was years later, when I thought I had forgotten all about her and the tiny tattoo she had on her hip of a kneeling angel in silhouette, that with my hand wrapped around the neck of a plastic soda bottle, wiggling it to tug it free from its gravity-shoved brethren in the gas station's inclined cooler racks, that I thought again of her and her stupid, stupid vocation. An entrepreneur and always hitting me up for small loans. |
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