Bibs: A love story

Here and there he snuck in a word or two,
a partial sentence sometimes on big days when the scene played itself out in public,

The Walmart auto section clientele got a glimpse of who he truly was.

Necessity had bred his personality.
Expressed emotion was but a hiccup.

Most days he spent his time up in his nuts,
Brooding over the deliberate misuse of sugar in coffee and cream the color of his high school biology teacher.

He had failed the class.

Black coffee would not tempt any fate other than the one compartmentalized and shoved inside a metal drawer.

And so he stood firm on black coffee and the station on County road 712 from which he filled his cup.

The space behind the register belonged to a lady who's turquoise rings cracked against the counter to emphasize approximately 12 heart felt expressions per half hour.

Her average went up as he walked through the front door.

He had an indication that she was attempting to solicit something beyond a grunt and nod. But it was very difficult and somehow wasteful  he thought,, to move beyond the irritation caused by the clack of sterling silver on laminate and enter into any kind of dialogue.

He grunted good bye and drove away.

Dirt roads.

They are filled with pot holes and time.
He hit one about half way through his Styrofoam cup of Joe, spilling the contents all over his Carhartt bib overalls, and had intended  to shout "Shit!"

But what came out was a giggle.

This shocked him much more than the wretch of his pickup or the hot coffee now burning through his jock.

Suddenly, as if divine revelation had stroked his temple he recalled the answer to question number 6 on his 11th grade biology test on human attraction.

6. Q. What chemicals are released during physical attraction and what can result?

     A. High levels of dopamine and a related hormone, norepinephrine, are released during attraction. These chemicals make us giddy, energetic, and euphoric, even leading to decreased appetite and insomnia –

Well Shit was right he thought. But facts were facts.
So the old coot turned around to go get those digits.