bird

foto by sandra juto (smosch.com).

oh i went to coop today. orange lipstick and new short hair i look like an alien in seefeld. so i decided on a berry-joghurt and stood on line to pay. that is: stood behind a tall, blonde, bearded, young man. he wore glasses and a green basketball-shirt that read "bird" where the player's name should stand.
bird looks me up and down and finds i've only got a jogi to pay. he waves me passed him, because he's got like three litres of vollmilch, three different kinds of bread and showering-equipment in his basket. i wave back and whisper: no thank you. (in my head: i like standing behind you, i'm not in a hurry at all, love.)
so we stand there waiting to pay. we pay. he's still packing his toastbread while i leave. he looks up at me and says: goodbye.
i feel like a bird.
walking to the office i turn around and see him jogging over the street (to catch up with me?). i get really nervous. is he going to hunt me down? throw himself on me and say: don't ever leave! ? does he speak german? is he a tourist? he dresses like a foreigner.
so he doesn't chat me up, the bitch, but he lives right next to my work.
i think it's time for some post-it action.

birdiebird.