So yesterday, I was in front of Shaws with Spencer. He was smoking a cigarette by the doors, where the ashtray is located. I was aimlessly looking around, minding my own business, waiting for him to finish smoking. It was 10:30ish and quite cold.
A girl from inside Shaws steps to the doors, and doesn't make a step to go outside. Finding that curious, I look at her. She's wearing glasses, and has bouncy curls - a plain, but pleasant sort of face. A long, dark colored winter coat. Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I look away, wondering what made her stop in the first place.
I turn, and there she is again, outside now, and standing by an old station wagon. "Ah-ha!" I think to myself. "She must have been waiting for her friend in the car, and she's going to unload her groceries." Nope. She just stands there. I look at her again, trying to figure out what she's doing. I people-watch. It's something I do. I wonder at the fact that she and my grandmother are umbrella twins! They have the same long, navy blue, metal-tipped umbrella with a plastic fake-cherry-wood handle. She's carrying a lot of bags, and I wonder if she's cooking something tonight, what it is, and if she's cooking for anyone.
She steps away from the station wagon, heading off towards the street. I watch her go. She turns back, and says: "Can you please not smoke by the doors while your girlfriend checks me out and thinks I'm ugly? And you know what, maybe I AM ugly, but..." the rest of it was drowned out by my mind being blown away.
Spencer gets a panicked look in his eyes as he looks at me and says in a sad little boy voice, "B-but... the ash tray is here, and I just.." And I reply in an equally panicked voice "D-did I look like that? Really? She just... I just..."
By the time we were done panicking and feeling bewildered and sad, she was gone.
I still don't know how to feel.
Mostly, I feel sad.
I hope today is a better day for her.
Amayna Community Member 
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