My stomach was growling in protest.
Adequately satisfied with my improvised costume, I stepped outside the barber shop with the intention to find something to eat. I only took with me my wallet and car keys; I was saddened to part with my purse and its contents.
As I stepped outside I thought that I should modify somewhat the way I usually walk. I considered emulating John Travolta’s strut on ‘Saturday Night Fever.’ I tried that, and felt ridiculous. Why draw attention to myself, when my intention was the opposite? I toned it down, and consciously adopted a marching pace, with longer strides.
The gas station was still deserted. Whoever was supposed to come back, had forgotten to do so. From my peripheral vision I saw a league of slow moving vehicles coming down Main street. Just to be on the safe side I hid behind a trash bin and waited for those to pass by.
I gauged that I might be able to outrun those slow moving golf carts (after I ate food), yet I was curious to see who was driving those.
To be continued….
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