My New Personal Ad

I SAW YOU

YOU WERE: Outside the mall, being forced, screaming, into a police car. You kicked your flip-flop all the way to the sidewalk. Were those curlers? I think they were.

YOU SAID: "Johnny! You come get me! Don't you forget my wheelchair! Bring my f--kin' wheelchair to the police station!" You pronounced it po-leese, which made me love you a little bit more.

I WAS: On the sidewalk, pretending to talk into my cell phone. For a second, I completely forgot what I was going to buy my dad. If I'd retrieved your flip (or was it the flop? I can never tell), would we have made eye contact? I like to think we would have.

Call me.