Teething

This morning while wasting time outside the laundry mart, waiting on the dryer to do it's thing...I saw an interaction that was at once, both funny...and Oh-so tragic.
The human condition fascinates me...how can I not be a 'People watcher'?
A couple came out of an apt next to the laundry mart...and I could hear their interaction, long before I actually saw them...and therefore form an opinion, based on my life experiences, and keen intuition....long before I saw them.
A chance to test myself.
And I had time...because they paused a few times to bicker...and I do mean bicker, back and forth.
The guy was soft spoken...Huuuumm...timid even???...he is out of his element....a one night stand?...'friend with benefits'?....something along those lines.
Every infliction in his soft voice....clamor's.... seething impatience...but he would never be very vocal about it...passive/aggressive....he just wanted to be out of there...but did not have enough balls...or the financial where-with-all to roll out of there!
Which added to the picture I had of him in my mind....probably a day labourer, she picked up at a bar, as he nursed the one drink he could afford...and she aided and abetted his 'habit' to get drunk so that she cloud have company for the night....
Huummm???...I wondered how that was working for him....and her???....Ha-ha-ha!
The woman was a horse of a different color.
About my age...or a bit older (they are both in my age group), but with much pretence to her...and a raspy...smoker/hard drinker voice...I am will to venture both!
And the moment she finally rounded the corner and came into view...everything about both was confirmed...to a 'T'!
I would put her at about 60-ish...and she had the annoying...constant chatter of the mal-discontent....everything was wrong....with him...with the situation.
Being this way was now a way of life...and in a way....they both accepted their condition.
Loneliness meets easy.
The guy just mumbled...and I had no sympathy for him.
As a guy (person)....you should never leave yourself hanging like that.
have your own ride...or cash in your pockets to 'book'...when the circumstances is no longer to your suit.
Don't allow your being.... to become toxic as the circumstances you face....RUN like hell!
She got to her car...and I openly smiled....the mid-life crisis mobile...only she was way past mid-life...and into twilight non-acceptance...which is not particularly bad....because no matter what age you are...it is our duty as a 'life player', not to pause...and stop growing, because of how old we are.
That!...is how I roll...forever young...forever growing.
She still had the haphazard.... slight stagger of an overnight drunk....and he face was a 'track of tears'...hence the constant nervous chatter to mask her condition.
The car...yes the car...a black two door, sports car.....mag rims, big tires...a bitching sound system...and the whole nine yards.
To say the two did not match...is to say the least...and I am speaking of both the man and the woman...and the woman and the car.
She was all about the car...and said so in no uncertain terms.
She instructed the guy to go back upstairs and get a rag to brush the overnight dust and due from off the car...and he looked at her like she was off her rocker...and did not move a muscle...which set her off even more.
If her teeth were real...she probably would have bit a piece out of his ass...Ha-ha-ha!
He mumbled something inaudible...and her very loud reply was..."Yes! I am a weirdo...I LOVE my car...I LIVE for my car!"...and she was very serious about that too.
Storming out the car so fast to get back in the house...she forgot to take the key out of the ignition with her...and had to return....which made her fume even more...Ha-ha-ha!
Have you ever been so mad at someone...or a situation that you couldn't see?
She was that way...when she snatched the keys from the ignition and moved of...it was with a stagger, which cause her to land sideways into the metal fence...and it did not deter her one bit....she took off for the apt again.
The guy said not a word...and just sat there as meek as could be...looking at nothing...just vacant and waiting.
When she came back...she was indeed...all about the car.
Every brush of the old t-shirt on the body was loving...and well rehearsed....kind of reminded me of a 16 year old, caressing his first 'hooptie!'...Ha-ha-ha!
And as I look on....I though to myself....Lord....please don't ever let me be this way...or get to this point!
I could not take it any more...and walked away to go fold my clothes out of the dryer.