Trenchcoat Boy Strikes Again

It’s been five months since this incident, and I’ve seen the guy in a handful of occasions on campus. Last week he came to take a test. He was ushering for a play some friends and I went to last semester. He walked into work again today. I was handling the flow of people, looked up and recognized his face, but said, “Can I help you?” because that’s my automatic response, and he stepped up to the counter. He paused, then pulled a mass of dark blue cloth over the counter and said, “Does this fit?” with a grin. I tried it on quickly and told him it did, thanked him several times, grinned back at him, and went on with work. He told me, in this exchange that this is a Navy trenchcoat, and that one button is missing. I carried it around with me all day (because it was warm and I didn’t need another layer) and tried it on in front of the mirror when I got home. I then cut off the shoulder pads (funny these should be on a man’s coat; I guess they feel the need to boost their ego too) without altering anything. I’ll ponder a bit on what to do about the button, but ne’ertheless, I’m pleased because I expected the guy had forgotten about his offer and had written it off as a pass from a guy who then felt rejected. So have a free trenchcoat!

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About The Original Kate

Along with artistic tendencies, Kate enjoys unusual people and is constantly striving for some sort of nonconformity. Kate offers a perspective that is thoughtful but well-written and full of images within the words. Other tidbits that might intrigue: she has very long auburn hair, and, you guessed it, her favorite color is orange.

Posted on September 28, 2006, in From Rabid-Mormon Land Known As Utah. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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