Now You See Her, Now You Don’t

 

Last Monday I went into my favorite little coffee shop to pick up my favorites breakfast food: Quiche and Lemon Flavored ( on a good day there’s Mango flavored ) Greek Style Yogurt.

Something pretty interesting was happening.

They were filming a commercial- at least I think it was a commercial.

They had the equipment set up around a table and in the middle of the table was a coffee cup.

The table top had been polished and shined- it was beautiful, like something out of a picture.

I went up to the counter and as I waited my turn in line ( because the normal staff wasn’t there and the people working behind the counter, though competent and pleasant they fumbled around a bit )  I had time to look around the crowded room.

I noticed that not only had the table under the lights been shined and made beautiful ( it wasn’t the regular table ) so had the customers.

Each table had a very earnest looking millennial wearing white or gray with a lap top opened in front of them. Need I mention they were attractive too?

One young woman in a knee length gray dress stood at a table in a classic model’s pose- slightly bent arm, hip out, chin up. She didn’t move a muscle the entire time.

None of the people I would normally see were there that morning, it was like they had all been replaced with perfect versions of what a person on their way to work in the morning looks like.

Gone were the bus drivers, the street cleaners, the office workers, the warehouse workers ( ahem ) the dog walkers- in our places were for the most part the vision what a Seattle resident on their way to work looks like- under 30, white and perfectly groomed.

I get it, this film was telling a story- but I think the real story didn’t need repair. For the most part it’s a nice blue collar place. That’s why I like it so much.

After a minute of looking around I got nervous. I didn’t care when the cashier mangled my quiche a bit because he didn’t seem to be comfortable with handling the tongs when he tried to pick it up from the tray.

I was busy being creeped out because I knew, in that exact moment that imperfect people like me, the ones who participate everyday in life are consider poor ‘representations’ when the story, no matter how small of a story is being told.

I felt like the young woman in the Twilight Zone Episode ” Number  12 Looks Just Like You.” In her world, everyone looks the same and everyone thinks the same and they are all beautiful.

It’s a shame that I didn’t stick around to see how they filmed  their story, because it’s an interesting process.

I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been been plucked out of existence,  that the people I know had been erased because in the story being told that morning- a story about energetic people starting their morning with a coffee and their laptops and their beautiful clothes and nicely styled hair- we  did not exist.

Daily Post Prompt: Pluck

We Were Here

 

Today I was out walking my dog and we ended up by the Playfield- the Playfield used to be ” The Woods ” where me and the neighborhood kids played games and built forts, where we drank and smoked and we walked there or rode our bikes because in  those days we didn’t have Malls or cellphones or parents who drove us three blocks to school or a mile away to visit our friends.

Sadly most of the ” The Woods” have ended up like this:

Photo A.M. Mososo
Photo A.M. Moscoso

The funny thing is they felt like ” The Woods” again when I altered the pictures:

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

Call me sentimental,but I think that’s the way The Woods want to be remembered- and who am I to question that?

 

She ( has always ) Fought Like A Boss

When I was about six years old my Dad’s cousin bought a puppy.

” Nicky” as we called him was as sweet as he was big.

Nicky turned out to be pretty big when he was full grown:

But my story starts here:

Shortly after this picture was taken our family was together for a holiday event and we were all in the backyard when I asked if I could hold Nicky’s leash. I was walking around the yard with Nicky when my Dad whistled for Nicky and Nicky who for his own reasons would spend  his life thinking he was a puppy around my Dad took off like a shot.

He pulled me right off of my feet ( considering I was a shrimpy  little kid that was no surprise) and I held on to his leash while he dragged me across what seemed like a thousand acres of lawn right to my Dad’s feet.

” Why didn’t you let go?” I remember everyone asking me.

I looked back at them with the same look they were giving me. That look  said – ” did you loose your single brain cell or did you just forget to bring it along.”

The answer was obvious I said with the leash still firmly clenched in my hand.

” I didn’t want him to get away.”

I handed the leash over and dusted myself off and spit a bit of turf out of my mouth and I’m sure I didn’t just walk off.

I probably swaggered away,  like a boss.

 

Daily Post Prompt: Avid

 

Yes this is a true story!

Here’s some info about my cousin John and Nicky:

Shoreline man honored with AKC Lifetime Achievement Award

 

operation just because

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

things i have done without question:

ordered gelato without asking for a sample first

jumped out of trees

fallen in love

let go of friends

drank something called a Toxic Baby

things i should have questioned:

why i bought a full length mirror

the last time i went on  diet

why i used to dress like an old woman

blindly going through life is not a good idea…

but it IS an idea all the same

and having an idea is better

then not having an idea

at all

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Daily Post Prompt: Blindly