I stood there dripping…
“I have no words…” said the truck-stop duty manager as we watched his (not very effective) security guy chase the woman around the parking lot. I was watching the spectacle and reflecting that less donuts would be advisable if the security dude wants to continue in his chosen career.
Moments before the woman had doused me in ‘holy water’ and screamed, “I CONDEMN YOU TO HELL SPAWN OF SATAN! BE GONE!” and then sprinted across the parking lot, security guy in not-so-hot pursuit.
It must have been an off brand…the ‘holy water’…or beyond it’s expiration date. It was quite cold…but hardly burned at all. I didn’t seem to be melting. The bottle had said, “Ozarka”. I resisted the urge to scream, “I’m melting!” and fall to the ground like the wicked witch out of “The Wizard of Oz” and settled for a grimace instead.
Now she was removing and tossing articles of clothing and screaming bible verses as she ran. Proverbs…I think…accompanied the sight of her panties flying through the air.
“Hell and destruction are never full! The eyes of man are never satisfied!”
She got that last part right I suppose.
There were perhaps 50 people milling around the store and gas pumps. She had their full attention. She’d have been cute…with a bit less crazy.
It was time for me to ride. She only had socks left and she was screaming what sounded like Dante now.
Lots of folks mix that up…somehow assigning religious significance to the writings of a mad 14th-century poet.
I’m not a big fan of mad 14th-century poets.
A somewhat confused middle-aged woman had picked up the spectacle’s bra and was holding it out in front of her as she sort of followed the chase at a walking pace. I could imagine her saying something like, “Here dear. You need this if you’re going to run like that. You might put your eye out.”
I shook my head and stuck my hand out to the manager. “I’ve gotta ride. No hard feelings.” He looked at it like it might burst into flames at any second. It was still dripping. After an awkward pause he finally shook it.
“Can I get you a towel?”
“Heh…no. I’ll dry soon enough.”
I glanced downward at the massive seasoned leather jacket and laughed. I’ve been wearing that thing for more than 30 years. If it wasn’t covered in blood or on fire I was having a good day.
“It’s seen MUCH worse.”
A last glance at the entertainment in the parking lot and I mounted the big cruiser and thumbed the start button.
The powerful motor rumbled to life and the sound and feel washed all the distractions from my mind. Yep. It was time to ride.
I twisted the throttle and hit 80 before I cleared the lights.
I’ll see you on the road. Or in Hell. Some days it’s hard to tell the difference…at least…if mad 14th century poets are to be believed.