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OK, so I tend to complain a lot. And one of my pet peves is lazy, selfcentered, inconsiderate morons, who refuse to pull forward when they are done at the fuel island. They go in, grab a cup of joe, a burger at the dive, or even grab a (Not so,) quick shower while everyone is trying to get fuel at the busiest time of the morning. So after the 2nd or 3rd time this happens in a row, I go off. I run in raising cain to the fuel desk girl, the guy at the gas desk, the tire guy, even the indegent hanging around to hitch a ride. Thus it happened. Crabby was born.
This happened over the next couple of months. Each time by the time I had left, I issued another sheepish apology. At this time no one person stood out as the highlight of my visits, but that night, the night it all began, SHE entered my consciencousness. She looked at me after swiping my rewards card to cover my coffee and uttered the words that penetrated my very soul. With her searching eyes, she asked me, "Why are you always so crabby?" I don't know if it was the tone of her voice, or the seemingly longing look on her round, freckled face. But THAT was the beginning of tbe end. The end of Crabby. The end to my resistance to that beauty behind the tough exterior. I saw a vulnerability that seemed to cry out,"There's so much more to you than this!" My heart melted. And though I didn't realize it at the time. My heart had stated that freefall which would end in what became first wonder, then fear, then tragedy in a span of less than 6 months.
Next time: " The touch."
