now she had to see the redcap to check in her bag, fill out an i.d. tag, and get boarding passes. and since there was no one in the way or needing the spot, i just drove up a few yards and stopped where she was standing with the guy, doing her stuff.
so i sat in this "no parking" zone, watching to make sure all was well, when i saw an airport police trooper, female, watching me.
im thinking, aw, i better move. yet my common sense little voice said "this is absurd." theres nobody here. and you can make the argument that your passenger is still in the process of unloading from the car, or something like that. i was feeling pretty feisty and just sat there.
just then madam trooper continued to walk slowly past my car, all the while watching me, i mean eyes tight on me. i started gesticulating wildly to show my connection to the young woman with the redcap. madam trooper stopped and approached the car. now im gonna get it, she is going to hassle me.
the woman came to the window, which i obediently opened as my breathing quickened noticeably. she crouched down, crossing her arms on the sash (now what would you call the bottom of an open car window?) and leaned in, still staring so intently.
her voice was stern yet the words seemed to melt...
"is this what you call bamboo?" her squinted eyes widened and she cocked her head.
aw, such relief, the sweat bullets reversed and i had to laugh. she was asking about the color of my car. she had just test driven an rx and she thought it was the same color, which it was.
our conversation continued about shades of colors and she even hailed jane, who didnt even know i was there, to turn back to say goodbye again.
dont you just love happy endings?
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