ESCAPING!
Escaping!
So, I’m supposed to fall madly in love this weekend. Yep.
It says I am supposed to expect “fireworks” even.
And Mars & Venus are getting help to do this to me from the sun, moon, and Jupiter.
It’s like a stacked deck!
And I get no sympathy at all about it.
Everyone I tell about this, just nods their approval like it’s about darn time. . . and they smile and snicker about it, and wryly tell me to stay out of trouble. . .
WHY does everybody always, always, always, have to remind me to stay out of trouble!?
I don’t like this.
I have places to go this weekend.
I can’t be falling in love.
I mean, it’s like being sick, right?
I can’t abide this.
The local drug store is offering meningitis shots.
Maybe I should get one.
So with great trepidation I went to the bank.
The cashier was male. Good job! I escaped.
I went to my favorite greasy spoon for lunch.
The planets are working now!
Not an ugly person in the place today.
The only customers are two attractive females. . .
I sat on the other side of the restaurant, as far as I could get.
I couldn’t even see the blonde at all.
They left, I escaped again!
I was sitting there, intentionally looking out the big window.
I see a hawk, soaring and circling my bank.
Okay, probably not a good sign for my bank. . .
But hawk is supposed to be one of my symbols,
And I think seeing one is like some good luck omen in a few tribal cultures,
So, okay, hawk keeps soaring and circling around.
I’m thinking, "I just came from there, dummy.”
So hawk starts circling the parking lot of the grocery store.
“Okay. That’s where I’m going next. . . Smart ass.”
Soaring and circling.
I Take bite of cheeseburger.
I look up and now there two hawks soaring and circling.
A pair of hawks, together, flying over the grocery store.
I’m like “ No….. Stop it.”
“I’m not biting."
So the hawks left, and I went to the grocery store.
I’m a weak man, so I bought some food.
I got halfway through the store with no problem.
There was nothing but couples and little old ladies doddering around.
But it was a head fake by the planets. All the single mothers with kids and attractive female shoppers were in the other half of the store, laying in wait for me.
I sped up. I can handle a shopping cart like a pro.
I can whirl it around and do tricks.
So, I didn’t even give my chakras time to whirl,
I blazed down the chip and the pop aisles.
But I hit a bit a snag in the cookie aisle.
I almost got trapped there by a highly intelligent brunette with two kids.
But I escaped!
The checkout girl, though, was just a mess.
She asked me for my store card two or three times!
I could tell the planets were not being kind to her.
Oh no. It’s happening!
But I paid her, and then I escaped.
I got the heck out of there.
One more stop.
I almost ran into some woman who was bent over in front of me filling her cart with Gatorade at the drug store. But I escaped that too!
The dour store manager guy checked me out.
He laughed out loud at my jokes about the stuff I was buying, so I did my good deed for the day, and then I ran off.
But I have two more days of this!
I need prayer support.
This is serious.
These planets mean business!
(C) RLMcCormick
