Watchdog

Had a conversation yesterday about my sometimes uncanny 6th sense. Not sure if I even believe in all that, although I have had some strange experiences. I’m not convinced, however, that most of that isn't pure observation. It’s amazing what you know when you just watch. Like something that happened to me years ago.

I worked in a department store and each night after closing we were responsible for closing out and counting down our drawers. We put all the cash in a bank bag and then had to take it over to the store till and turn it in. I worked downstairs, my boyfriend worked upstairs and he would usually come by to get me and we would go together.

One night I closed up and he wasn’t there so I just grabbed my stuff and was headed to the till when I look up and see him coming down the escalator. I started to walk towards him when I noticed his body language. And the new really cute blonde he was talking to.

It probably sounds like I was jumping to conclusions. But I knew him – his mannerisms, gestures, all his little nuances. It was obvious that he was flirting. The fact that he had his chest puffed up like a peacock and his sleeves pulled up just a tiny bit to show off his pecs didn’t hurt either.

So I just watched. Then I decided what I would do.

I have a pretty fiery temper and a big mouth so you may have expected me to do something crazy – but I’m not really fond of embarrassing and/or trashy public scenes. And no, I didn’t forget about this incident. I said I’m not fond of them, not that I never caused one. And in my defense, that was my one and only and I still burn with embarrassment over it.

So instead of acting like a fool, I just waited until they got in line.  Then I sauntered right up to him like nothing was wrong, gave him a little peck on the check and said “Hey, we need to stop and get toilet paper before we go home.” And then I looked at her, smiled and introduced myself.

The look on his face was priceless.