“Your turn, Andy”
“Okay, he’s a world-famous ladies underwear salesman, heading home at the end of a long week peddling undergarments.” Andy leaned back and waited for the next entrant. “That guy, with the nose that needs a separate introduction.”
Jamie chewed her lower lip a little. “That’s a hard one. But I think he is returning from work where he runs a perfume company. He turned his over-developed schnoz into a money-making machine. In fact, I’m wearing Desert Rose, your favorite scent, and it was developed by him.”
Andy poked Jamie in the shoulder, “I like him.”
She turned toward Andy, “Should I be worried?”
“Not today.”
“Oh, oh – the tall lady with the black shawl. She’s yours.”
“You are too kind. That’s Myrtle, the district librarian, and she is heading off for an adventure. There’s a new community library she’s going to visit. It’s the only new library that has opened in the area during her thirty-five-year career. The excitement is just oozing from her perfect posture and white gloves – who wears them these days anyway?”
“I just can’t top you, can I?”
“Okay, last one – how about that pouty-faced punk with purple-hair wearing ripped jeans?”
“That’s you, before you met me and fell in love. You found purpose in life and don’t want to lose me, so you joined the establishment.”
“Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Jamie wins this round. Come on, get up. Don’t get too proud of yourself – this is the Braintree stop – end of the line. Everyone must get off.”