Stories from Prisma
Friday, November 04, 2005
I stayed up late, which turned into Later and then EARLY. We heated up the sauna for a change and took a nice long shower, so when we hit the store I was REALLY dozy and ready to go to sleep.
I noticed how the parking lot was rather busy, but thought nothing of it when we walked in, but when we got out of there, there was even more activity going on, plus it was raining and kind of dusky - and what the hell? Did we just walk out of the grocery store and into the twilight zone?
You couldn’t tell if it was 9am or 9pm if your life depended on it. I asked J if it’s some sort of holiday, but he didn’t know. I’ve got to check this up.. Or maybe the people of this city only come out when it’s heavily cloudy and very moist, which would be really scary, but it would explain oh so much.
Urgh, which reminds me of the other day - when after shopping we detoured ourselves to the slot machines. I say hot-damn! There was a little ol’ lady standing right next to us, and each time she put in a bet she pounded the button rapidly “dohnk, dohnk, dohnk” and then pressing it down while doing “circular motion, circular motion, circular motion”, AND THEN letting go of the button by doing a quick arm jerk to the right, keeping her fingers on the button until they slid off - her hand ended up flailing to the right of her from the release of friction.
I was dying from laughter! I was standing on the other side of J, peering behind him and / or hiding when necessary. She just kept doing it and doing it and doing it, and that circular motion - well let me tell you - it’s hard not getting the wrong associations when seeing a grey old thing rubbing a button, circularly and frantically, and most importantly so persistently. It was priceless.
So, I was laughing until I was crying - making lame attempts at making it seem like I was only cooing at J’s winnings, and sometimes his losses too because once I start laughing like a tard, it’s hard to get me to stop, and she was not stopping so I had to coo at something. I wasn’t even laughing out loud properly. Tears were just rolling down my face and my shoulders were bopping.
I’m ashamed of myself. Clearly she had a very bad case of OCD and felt that she could not possibly win ever unless she rubbed the button (oh yes, rubbed it good!). But I’m also scarred for life - so I assume we’re even.
