I work in the biggest establishment of an adult beverage discount store in the entire area where I live. People drive in from two to three hours' away just to stock up. So, I've pretty much assumed that sooner or later, I'd meet just about everyone I know, or anyone I've ever worked with, at some point.
Former bosses, co-workers, and most any Episcopalian I ever knew (heh) have all walked through the doors, and that doesn't include the ones that didn't discover me there. Naturally, I would discuss various of these or anyone else with the J.R.
"Do you remember So-and-so?Now, a couple of days ago, a good former boss and ally that I worked with/for in the construction insurance business came through my line, but I did not recognize her. Our work relationship was awesome, but brief. I remembered her as a valiant and smart professional with a pure heart and pure joy for life. She saw my name tag, stopped, and looked me square in the eyes and said my name with that sort of recognition that you hope is. . . good?
"No. . ."
I returned the look and it was so, so wonderful to see those eyes, that smile, and feel her strength and goodness wash over me. She embraced me and gave me a sweet peck on the check that was full of love and friendship. "God's got you everywhere, girl!" she laughed. I was so warmed by her brief visit, after having hit a wall of emotion the day before, that I knew she was still a gift in my life. Just wonderful, even after ten years of not seeing each other.
That evening I told the J.R. my latest do-you-know-who-I-saw-today? story:
"I couldn't believe it, Lisa Lowrey came through my line today!"Now I worked with Lisa for all of 4 months, and the J.R. had only met her once.
"Who?" he says.
"I worked with her at CIS," I proffer.See what I mean? Not only was she all those nice and meaningful things I said about her, she was memorable in a way that really mattered to a guy: red hair.
"Oh yeah. The redhead!"
It's why, on occasion, I've been a decided red-head. Sometimes a girl has got to go with the marketable attributes that don't involve physical disfigurement or surgery. For under $10 a woman can transform the very way she is perceived simply by enlisting the help of Miss Clairol. Blonde works well in low doses in the workplace; a bit of youth and light to the crown has a positive effect when done properly and demurely. But poor Brunettes just have an uphill battle on every front. Sure, it's the classic "Mary Ann or Ginger?" dilemma for some guys. But consider Ann Margaret, Vanessa Redgrave, Maureen O'Hara, Renee Russo. Epic beauties all; indelible in the male imagination.
Every guy thinks he wants a red-headed gal, but it takes a McClintock of a man to abide peacefully with one:
So, a question for the men: Like Charlie Brown, do you still remember the little red-haired girl with a wistful sigh?