Allen turned to see who had overheard him talking to himself.
"You know,"
Allen began,
"as sweet as your voice is, and as
grammatical as you are, I can't believe that you drank Kool-Aid as a
child."
"Why, I don't sound as though I could be from the hood?"
"No, that's not what I meant,"
Allen defended as he tried to pull his
foot out of his mouth.
"Well what did you mean?" The woman asked Allen with a smile on
her face.
Allen stood and stared at her with no words left in his mouth.
"Hello,"
the woman spoke again as she waived her hand in front of
Allen's face,
"are you still with me?"
"Tranquil Breezes," Allen responded in a trans, "Tranquil Breezes."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your lotion,"
Allen said as he quickly shook his head to regain his
composure,
"it's Tranquil Breezes isn't it?"
"Yes it is. I take it that your significant other uses it?"
"No, there is no significant other, I bought it for my mother for
Mother's Day."
"Well you have a good nose, and good taste."
"I wouldn't say that I have a good nose, I just think that things that
you like, or things that are important to you, you remember."
"OK, the woman said indecisively,
"I'll agree with that."
"Oh you will?"
"Yes," the woman answered.
"Well, I need to finish my shopping, and
from the looks of your basket, you must be going home to children?"
"Nope, this is all for me. I just need to make one more stop at the
video store and I'm set for the night."
"Is this something that you do often?"
"Yes, it beats going out."
"I'll say,"
the woman said as she began walking away.
"You'll say what."
"I'll just say. Oh, the woman said as she turned in the middle of the
aisle to face Allen.
"Gwen," the woman said with a pause,
"my name is
Gwen Mathews."
"Well Gwen Mathews, my name is Allen, Allen Anthony, and it was a
pleasure talking with you. You be safe and GOD bless."