A chance meeting.

The following is a scene from Return In Time…. A chance meeting.

Teressa stood in front of the counter admiring her new scarf as she waited for Zoey to brew a fresh pot of coffee. She was running her fingers through the colorful threads of the fringe when she heard a group of men entering the shop. From the looks of them in their rubberized boots and heavy all-weather work jackets she guessed them to be local fishermen. When they got closer, their collective odor confirmed it. She waved her hand in front of her nose.

One of the fishermen, the tallest of the bunch, was busy trying to get the counter girl’s attention, calling out to her by name. “Hey Zoey, make ‘em hot and black, like always,” he shouted over the din of his buddies.

Not wanting to lose her place at the front of the line, Teressa took a couple of steps toward the serving counter. Apparently the fisherman wanted to defy the laws of physics by attempting to occupy the same space as her, causing them to collide as they each stepped forward.

Teressa stared up at the man, he was easily over six feet tall. “Excuse me!’ she said, setting her hands on her hips, her tone harsh. She didn’t like being challenged for her place in line.

The large brute stared back at her, as if she was an apparition who had just appeared from nowhere.

“Excuse me,” she tried again, moving to step around him. Unlike the others, he smelled of salt water and ocean breezes.

“What?” he asked, blinking.

“Where I come from people are polite enough to say ‘excuse me’ when they’re rude enough to cut in line.” She stood her ground even though she had to tilt her head to look him in the eye.

“Excuse me, miss. I didn’t see you standing there.” Spreading his arms wide, he bowed and stepped aside. He was still staring at her, but now he had a grin spreading from ear to ear.

8 thoughts on “A chance meeting.

  1. Your story reminds me of the time I went out with some lady friends and had to go to the bar for a drink. We were all solo. It wasn’t crowded but a couple of guys were ahead of me and no-one behind. This old geezer stepped in front of me innocent as a pup, as nonchalant as a slap in the face. Hmm. What to do? I started tapping my foot. Next my hands went on my hips. The two guys in front of him turned around distracted by the tapping, causing Geezer to do the same. I stared him down. Didn’t say a word. He moved to the back of the line. Good for what ails ya! Yay but that was years ago. Boy did that feel good.

    Good post. I especially like the heroine. By the way, MY name is Teresa.


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