Thursday, March 12, 2009

the showdown

It was a chilly evening. Feeling a cold breeze greet me, I exit the office. It's funny, no matter how hot and humid or cold it is, there's something always refreshing about the short walk to my car, after leaving work for the day.

You know where I'm heading, and I find a parking spot there with relative ease. As I step out of my car, all I hear is the light hustle and bustle of the after-work traffic, about a block away. That, and the last few turns my engine makes, after I turn the ignition off.

It was a busy day at work, and I'm glad to be done for the day. However, I knew that what I was about to do would be so much more brutal than any day at the office.

Yeah, it's true. I have just arrived at the gym. And it feels good.

In the process of getting pumped up for the gym, I mutter, "fuck", to myself, and grab my bag out of the back seat. My gym bag was a little bit heavier today. Maybe it was due to the fact that today I packed a jacket to wear when I'm done. Or maybe it was due to the heaviness of the situation that was about to happen.

Either way, I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder, and prepare to cross the street/parking lot to enter the awaiting gym.

It's funny, I'm 27 years old, and I still look both ways before I cross the street. Guess my parents taught me well.

After looking left, and seeing that it's clear, I see a silver car coming from the right - like a bat out of hell. Maybe he's late for work, maybe he's on the lamb from the po, or maybe he's just gettin' the fo outta dodge. I don't know what his story is, and I don't care.

He seems to see me contemplating making a run for it, and he slows down a little. Conversely, when I see him slowing down, I know he's thinking about gunning it to get past me before I try to cross.

It's almost as if time stops for a millisecond.

Despite the heavy tint of his windows, our eyes meet.

This. This is THE SHOWDOWN.

And I had no idea it would all be over in a split second...

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