This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Thursday, June 09, 2005
He quickly starts pushing through people to get to the escalator. He cant see them yet, but he knows they are chasing him. "you have at least a 2 min head start" he thinks to himself as he reaches the top of the escalator. He untactfully pushed his way through the crowd, towards the door. "home free" he thinks to himself, as he can finally taste the non-recycled, cold, crisp winter air. He looks back to see his friend right behind him, worried and now, almost running.
They begin to cut through the parking lot, towards the rented truck.
"fuck that was close" he says to his friend, while looking over his shoulder. "we could have been up shit creek, with no paddle, and no boat" As those syllables leave his lips, he notices something, some thing disturbing. He begins to walk a bit faster, and a bit further away from his friend.
"walk past the truck" he whispers to his friend "we don't need them finding that"
Now the security is running right for them. He then turns and begins to walk right towards them, with a James Dean esque coolness running through him. As he passes his friend, he motions to him, to run.
His friend begins to run, the security begins to chase.
The guards are headed right for him. "play cool, play super cool, like James dean, but cooler" he thinks to himself. The security is heading right for him, only a few meters away. At this point he has two choices: he can hope his playing cool will work, or he can start running. The ever aging battle of 'fight vs flight'. A million things are running through his thoughts, the synapses in his brain are firing off like fire works on the 4th of July. He reaches for a smoke inside his jacket, as the security rushes by him, chasing after his friend.
He wipes his brow, and looks over his shoulder, as he watches them chase him.
"I gotta get the fuck out of here" he mumbles to himself.
He walks back into the mall, turns his jacket inside out, and carries it under his arm. He slowly starts walking to the cab stand. Trying not to attract attention to
himself.
He can picture the aerial shot of the parking lot. He thinks of it like a video game. "avoid all security, and get your ass to a cab" He is just a few feet away from his safety, his cab driver being his knight in shining armor.
The sound of the mall door opening will haunt him forever, because immediately following that noise out the door, was a rather, big, flustered, and angry security guard.
"I was so close" he thinks to himself as the security is walking towards him, looking him up and down. He stands his ground, he wont run, when he has come this far. Just as he is thinking this, the security guard, bumps shoulders with him, and apologizes. He gets into the cab. and tells the driver to step on it.
Another narrow escape.
Another day to try again.
killed softly at 6/09/2005 11:47:00 AM
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