has always been a desire of mine. Perhaps I can be made into a beautiful mermaid sculpture forever pouring water into a big city fountain, or a woman reading a book on a park bench, or maybe even have my face carved into a mountain side.
The other day my opportunity arrived for my immortalization to begin!
It was normal, lazy day in the California heat. I just got to Walgreen's to begin my 8 hour shift when a booming voice seizes my attention -
"Hello, gorgeous!"
The man was middle aged, full head of gray hair and built like an aged athlete.
I proceed with my rehearsed Walgreen's rant,
"Welcome to Walgreen's, how can I help you be well today?"
The man wastes no time in his response,
"You are abslutely gorgeous..your eyes so bright and clear, your hair so vibrant. I tell you, I am an artist, a painter really, and I would love to make a portrait of you!"
[feeling creeped out, a little flattered, and kinda weird] I admitted that I was married and didn't think my husband would approve of another man painting my picture. How am I to know he isn't thinking of a Titanic type painting session!?
"Let me show you my work, " the man persists. As he pulls out his tablet I make big eyes to my boss and she looks creeped out too. When the man found his file of all his work he proudly hands it to me and smiles.
THEY WERE THE WORST PAINTINGS BY AN ADULT I HAD EVER SEEN! Lines were shaky and bodies were anatomically impossible - it was wierd! Was he going for the abstract look and just went overboard??
People....I'm talking not even fridge worthy! The type parents hide away in folders labelled "Learning to Paint." I couldn't contain myself; the smile crept across my face, the laughter choked me and I neary blurted unprofessional words... they looked that bad.
The man started going on about how he is currently working on something for a friend. [FOR FREE I'M SURE] His pride was unbearable with the truth I had just uncovered. I thought he was going to be my DiVinci, but in reality I probably wouldn't even let him paint my finger nails.
"Thanks, .....but I would rather not." <---- the only words I could form and say without laughing.
The man shrugged, expressed how he wasn't hitting on me, this was purely professional blah blah blah. I left him with the notion that I would consult my husband and gave him the Walgreen's goodbye.
"Thank you for shopping Walgreen's, be well!"
Now, had this man actually had talent and skill, I may have had my face immortalized forever! My face, the next Mona Lisa; but sadly, he was just another "painter" trying to make it out in the big city of Los Angeles.
So now I wait...to one day be confronted with the one that will have the necessary tools to make my dream come true!
.....one day.
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