Chapter 37: Enamel Paints (11/10)
One Final Engagement with the Loneliest of the Lonely
(To best experience the Invent-Ory start at chapter 1 and go forward through time)
We had a limited selection of small enamel paints.
They were mostly used to paint the different Mary Mother of Jesus shrines in the local Catholic front yards (especially the gold leaf paint). But, for some reason it was flying off the shelves.
It must have had something to do with social media because one afternoon I found a (very lonely) young woman picking through them. She was kneeling on the floor. She was mumbling something about making a doll-house for her niece (some kind of “social media challenge” I reckon?).
As with some of the lonely women in the beginning of our tale, she was clearly seeking solace anywhere that wasn’t a wine bar full of stalking, sex-addicted men.
So here she was, with me.
We walked through what she was trying to do, and we picked over some of our limited supplies of wood and nuts and bolts. As with anyone, I would feign confidence in her project, as a confident customer is a capable customer.
She was obviously biding her time in the hope that I would ask her out. Or, at the very least, we just finding it comforting to talk to anyone at all. In fact, it was not uncommon throughout this COVID hoax that women would spend extra time with me. Here I was, an adult human male without a mask on.
Plus I never asked anyone to wear a mask, and I never enforced any COVID-related nonsense. I was firm in The Truth, and that Truth is that GOD WINS: Us Christians are just waiting on the truth to will out.
So I never took advantage of them. I liked talking to them and hearing out their disappointed loneliness, but I didn’t ever take advantage of them (as easily as I could have).
Addendum: I was now pining for the good and great free plains of the Midwest and Thanksgiving and Oklahoma (and Kansas). Plus, Tom Brady, my personal hero, was looking good to make another run at the Super Bowl.
I don’t idolize sports stars, but I do idolize Tom Brady. Tom Brady won his first Super Bowl soon after I arrived in Boston, and now here I was hopeful to watch him do it again just as he and I were both evacuating the rotted-out Boston Metro.
In the meantime, the Presidential election was blatantly stolen... Which really sucked.
Many of my (many) based customers complained and I emphatically told them that we had to let them steal the election so we could catch them.
Which is exactly what we did.
Next week, we sell out of … Me.
