Do you have any Scotch?

                                                                        

A blank page isn’t much different from an empty bowl.  I can look at each one and imagine a story or dinner. The story can have flashbacks, just as the bowl might have leftovers.  The story might be steamy, but then so can the dinner, just as either might be spicy, or leave you wanting more.

Both can evoke memories and feelings and either can be over way too soon, leaving you unsatisfied.   

 Some may see this as an unfair comparison.  I noticed one the other day.  There was a sofa in the showroom of the furniture store.  It looked inviting and when I sat on it, it felt soft, deep and fluffy.  My thoughts sank deeper into it than I did.  The salesman, however, looked slick and greasy.  His appearance was rumpled and he smelled of cigarettes.  Just seeing him I expected to see an ashtray close by and maybe a flask sticking out of his back pocket. 

His language was not heavy with furniture knowledge.  It was like it was exam day and he had not studied the night before.  He was trying hard to wing it and it showed.

I easily could have gone right to sleep sitting there, but my mind was having a tug-of-war between the sofa and the salesman.  I didn't want to deal with him, but I was too comfortable and felt I was losing the battle.

As my right hand ran across the material of the sofa, I gave a quick jerk on the rope, by asking him a question I knew he would stumble over, and he did.

  "What about Scotch Guard?"

I left the store, leaving the sofa behind, but that was OK.  I felt good having defeated the slippery salesman, and walking out into the fresh air felt great.

 ZC