Trying to shepherd my wee little mum through the airport, I made a suggestion, to ease her experience, and she snarled, “It’s not my first rodeo,” the line, looping back in front of us, another passenger smirked, “you tell him.”
A moment later, “Kramer!” A former business associate of my father’s, saw me, and I would’ve barely recognized her. I was still a tad miffed by my unappreciated attempts at helping herd my little mum along. She can be a bit of a diminutive handful at times.
But it was that greeting, “Kramer!” Always odd, and I never know who I will run into, but in Austin, San Antonio, points west, tends to be astrology clients.
Strange, in a good way, to be thusly observed. Seen. Always noticed.Pink Cake