They were just two hard working old country fellers waiting
patiently for their women folks. They weren’t even aware that there was another
soul between them and Dallas.
But there I was not ten feet away waiting for the
granddaughters to make one more trip around the sales racks. I had been ready
to leave the mall thirty minutes before but when those two cowboys leaned
against the wall and started whispering, I found a bench, sat down and didn’t
care if the granddaughters took another hour.
It was not eavesdropping since I couldn’t hear a word that
the two guys said to each other but I could figure out the whole story by
watching their gestures and body language.
The tall, dark and handsome one was telling a story about
two women…two fingers in the air and a strange gleam in the eye, along with a
glance toward the dress shop next door to the arcade. That woman was endowed
like a prime Holstein cow…two hands under the pockets of his pearl snapped
shirt trying to support something very large and heavy. The other woman was
built like an hour glass according to the hand gestures. She wasn’t every
tall…one hand flat out and measuring about an inch below his shoulder. And she
must’ve been wearing some very nice perfume from the way he waved his hand
under his nose and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. His euphoric expression
said that it wasn’t the fresh smell of road kill skunk that put that smile on
his face.
Evidently these two women had gotten into an argument. I’d
guess at a bar the night before because the other cowboy threw back about four
imaginary shots. First it was push and shove, then a down right
double-up-the-fist and sock-her-in-the-eye fight. I gathered that much because
the feller reenacted the scene right there in the mall. He did a little jig that
resembled something between the achy-breaky line dance and the electric slide
with a little of the Elvis-pelvis thrown in. And I bet he tells his wife he
doesn’t know how to dance.
About that time two ladies came out of the dress shop.
Neither of them fit the description of the two women they’d been discussing.
One was a tall redhead wearing designer jeans and custom made boots. The other
could have been her twin only with blonde hair.
Did their wives…yep, both those cowboys were wearing wedding
rings…know where their husbands were the night before when they were having a
make-up party? I did overhear that much as they walked past me.
One cowboy winked at the other and told him to keep their
whereabouts secret…that’s one finger laid across the lips. The other did the
phone sign and mouthed something about next Saturday night.
They call it body language these days. I call it people
watching or pure entertainment and fodder for my next book. On the downside, I
couldn’t get “Achy Breaky Heart” out of my mind the rest of the day.
Ooooh shame on hhem. Lol
ReplyDeleteOoooh shame on hhem. Lol
ReplyDeleteBody language says a lot about what a person is thinking!!! I can't wait to read what you come up with in a book after hearing this story.
ReplyDeleteYes, can't wait to ready your next book
ReplyDeleteWhat fun!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah I love to watch people's body language, you can learn a lot! Especially those that talk with their hands.
ReplyDeleteThank all y'all for your comments. Poppa always said that if he tied my hands behind my back, I couldn't say a word!
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