In my writer’s group, I listen to everyone read their material and tell myself I’m way better. It’s great for my self confidence. Of course, they probably do the same thing to me, so our karma balances out.
We live in the snow belt. Feels more like the snow crotch. This belt is made of snow, and despite my carbon butt-print, global warming isn’t enough. Too much white stuff.
Snow. Not drugs.
Our lake sits on top of salt deposits. If you live in a place that uses salt during the winter, it’s probably our salt. Thanks. Salt, and assault, seem to be everywhere, even here.
Amy sits between me and Nerdy Bill. She knows Bill as a co-worker and writer. They’re talking about a working date. Bill’s got a wring on his fing, is a lot older than Amy, and is quite a bit bigger.
I’m not trying to listen, but I hear him making references to not getting drunk on a weekday. Ha ha. Isn’t that funny.
Then he says something about her sitting in his lap. Yuck, I’m thinking. What lap, dude? He has to reach for his computer keyboard.
Wait. Now he’s telling a story when there were so many Bills in his elementary classroom that he was rechristened Will. He’s laughing. I’m crying.
Amy is laughing! Now she is saying “that’s funny!” I’m thinking Amy is having a stroke! Or was she flirting?
No, Amy has a boyfriend. She is probably only being nice. But Bill is being yucky, with extra YUCH.
I should have told him he was making me uncomfortable. He was. I shouldn’t care what Amy thinks, or should I?
That was in the middle. At the end of the meeting, our leader, Charlie, was suddenly attacked by a dog-loving woman.
Charlie also loves and owns dogs. For some reason he’d brought one to the meeting and left him in the car 3 hours. He’s not allowed to bring him in.
Yes the weather is cold, about 30 degrees F. Before you get all “poor doggie,” the dog had a sweater on, and, here’s the best part, he’s still a dog. Dogs can handle cold weather for a long time. I’ve seen huskies in Alaska in minus 20 degrees F staying out all night. They’re fine. They’re dogs.
But this woman bolted in at the end of the meeting, accosted Charlie, told him he was cruel to animals, and called the police! Then she ran out.
Did she think she was helping the dog? Did she think she was teaching Charlie? No to both. Her assault was violent and uncomfortable.
So, maybe it’s winter. Maybe it’s people. Maybe it’s the salt.
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