With summer comes summer clothing, and for a lot of people summer includes the sun - and lots of it. I hadn’t figured Cindi for a sun worshipper – but then again with Cindi all bets are off.
I’ve kind of been away for a bit (details will no doubt follow at some point when I feel like telling them to you) and I’d not been to the coffee shop. I wandered in, and caught sight of Cindi behind the counter. She looked a bit – odd – and when I got close enough to place my order I figured out what was odd. Cindi was orange. I must have been staring, because she stepped back and struck a pose for me. She stood with one hand on her hip, and she stuck her chin and her ass out (and didn’t fall over) and pouted at me.
“You been away so long you forgot what a woman looks like John?” She then stepped forward and snatched my hand and turned it over to look at my palm, but before she could get a good look (because she always creeps me out when she “reads” my future) I reversed the hold and turned her wrist so that she was palm up.
Holy crap, her palm was orange too. She was gooped up on tanning cream. “Hey pumpkin, how've you been?” I think she had the good grace to blush, but I couldn’t be certain.
She pulled her hand away so fast she actually smacked herself. I tried not to laugh, but wasn’t entirely successful.
Cindi brought me my coffee and as I took it to grab a seat, she said rather loudly, “I hear Norton keeps a clean house.”
I sat in silence, read the paper and drank my coffee, which tasted like shit – it was more flax seed than coffee.
What else should I have expected on a Nonday?
