When I was in high school I worked at a local restaurant/hotel. I think that's where I met Jack. Just about every kid in town worked at this place at some point in time. Some of the kids from other towns close by worked there also. One of them was Judy. Sweet, sweet Judy. I literally fell for her.
She was a blonde haired, blue eyed, German girl. What a bombshell. I can close my eyes and still remember what she looks like. Of course I can do that with most women I have fallen for. I keep a library of images in my head, for those lonely moments in the middle of the night or day. You know what I'm talking about. Especially you Jay.
Back to Judy. She had it all. Looks, brains, hot for me. She also had a really bitchin 56 Ford pick-up. It sat high in the air and had a hot rod 302. Cool girl, cool truck.
We only worked together for a few months before I left for greener pastures. While we were employed at the hotel, we kept trying to hook up but our schedules always seemed to conflict. Some things are just not meant to be.
I was making a delivery one day at the local Dairy Queen, when I heard a rumbling engine behind me. I turned around and there sat Judy in the cherry 56. She waved me over. As I headed for her truck, I had two choices, take the long way around or jump the fence. Hey I'm cool, I jumped the fence. Unfortunately my left foot is not as cool as the rest of me. Nope it decided to hang on the fence, and down I went. I popped up as quick as I could and walked over to Judy's truck. She was howling. So much for trying to hook up now. We chit chatted some, but after my little display of balance, I just couldn't bring myself to ask her out. I guess it was because during our conversation she would keep busting out in laughter. When I look back now even I start to laugh, but for a different reason. I know something she doesn't. I used to run the hurdles on the track team, and I was even pretty good at it. I guess my left foot was cooler then.
A few weeks later I was making another delivery. This time I was at one of the local liquor stores dropping off brown paper bags. When I came out, who do I see? That's right, Sweet Judy. She was parked at the Sonic Drive Inn waiting for me to come out. She honked and waved me over. Here are a few important details.
1. I used to always wear cowboy boots
2. It was raining slightly.
3. Sonic has smooth concrete driveways
I ran across the street in the rain and no sooner than I hit the Sonic driveway, down I went. This time I didn't stay in one spot. No, I kept on going and I slid right under Judy's truck. I opened my eyes. I was in the perfect position to change her oil. Oh the humiliation. I just prayed she would drive away and kill me in the process. Nope, she turned the motor off and called down to me.
Judy: "Are you OK?"
Trashman: "Just wanted to get a better look at the bottom of your truck."
Judy (laughing): "Come out from under there."
Trashman: "No. I'm fine here. I'll just wait till you leave."
Judy: "I'm not leaving."
Trashman: "Maybe the rain will pick up and I'll drown."
Judy (laughing more): "It's OK. Come on and get in the truck."
Trashman: "No really. I'm staying here. Need anything fixed while I'm down here?"
Judy: "If you come out, I'll give you a kiss and make it all better."
I popped up in her window like a Jerk-In-The-Box. She laughed. I laughed. She leaned out the window and kissed me. She kissed me long, slow, hard, and every other descriptive word I can't think of right now. She had full, soft lips. It was like being kissed by an angel. My knees got weak and I know I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. I had been waiting to kiss that mouth for months. When she pulled back, I almost forgot to breathe. She parked her truck at one of the order stations and I managed to walk over without falling down again. We had lunch together, made some small talk and exchanged phone numbers. We kissed one more time. I waved as she drove away.
I never saw her again.