Toothpicks with Lois in Long story, short

  • Jan. 6, 2021, 8:51 a.m.
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We never really understood each other back then. We were just too young and without enough life experience.
For me, there was just too much more out there to be discovered. I had a pretty good idea of what was in my future if I stayed and all that was adequate at best, miserable at worst. But I think the driving idea was, ‘if you don’t do it, you’re going to regret it’, and that was enough for me to make the leap.

I told Lois I was leaving, taking off to Asia. She knew me well enough to know that I had to go. She could never go, though. She was from small town Saskatchewan. Victoria for her was at the end of the world. I didn’t want her to come with me anyway.

We were in a diner up the street from my one-bedroom apartment, middle of the afternoon. I was just calling it in already at work, putting in time before I could swing through the office at 4pm, putting in an appearance. Lois was working at the Elephant and Castle, her shift started at 5.

“You’re going to poke yourself in the eye,”she’d say. She hated it that I left the toothpicks in my club sandwiches. I liked leaving them in. They did an excellent job of keeping the sandwich together. I’d eat around them, corners first, three bites then the middle. I’d lay the toothpicks on the side of the plate, saving them for after the meal when I could chew on them one by one. When I left the restaurant, I’d always have one in the corner of my mouth.
“What are you doing walking down the street with a toothpick in your mouth?” Lois would ask me, “You look like a truck driver.”

Lois had a great ass. I think that was her best feature.

IpsoFacto January 06, 2021

Great entry. I could see it all.

Sho IpsoFacto ⋅ January 06, 2021

Thanks for your kind comment. Nostalgia ain't so bad

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