Remember about twenty years or so ago when hiking boots were all the rage? If not ask your parents. Unless you are from Arkansas then ask your grandparents.
Anyway, I was wearing mine one day when I went to the bank. Standing there at the counter where they keep the deposit slips and stuff was a woman. She was very tall, maybe even taller than me, but I'm only 5'10".
She too was wearing hiking boots. I think hers were proper hiking boots. Mine were Nike. I'm just funny that way.
As I walked over to the counter I noticed that she was checking me out. No, I didn't believe it either. The second time she did it she smiled at me.
She then proceeds to the teller. I quickly finish and go to another one. As I walked over I was checking her out and she caught me and she smiled again.
As she was leaving she walked over and said something like, "See ya later." Then I said something intelligent like, "Yeah."
Then she walked out the door opposite to the one that I came in. As I stood there wishing that what she said was true I saw her get into her car. I can't remember what kind it was, maybe a Subaru.
That's when I saw someone in the shotgun seat. A man. The woman gives him the same smile that she gave me. My heart sank. I don't know why. We only "shared a moment."
As she backed out of the parking space I noticed something strapped to the passenger side door. It was a wheelchair.
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