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By Rick Kaiser
07/27/05
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Dallas eased his brand new Porsche up to the stoplight and gunned the motor playfully. It was a beautiful day and he thought he might put the top down at the next light.
He felt good today, and looked good too, if he didn’t say so himself. He was in the best shape of his life. As a matter of fact, better than when he was playing college ball for Florida St. He was ready for a breather though. He had played 18 holes of golf and worked out already today and it wasn’t even noon.
He was still taken aback by the women at the Pro shop. She had literally thrown herself at him. “That’s all right”, he thought. He would pick her up on his way downtown. She’d get a big kick out of watching him sit in and jam with some of the local hot Blues bands. Plus she was drop dead gorgeous.
He had a good life. No, not good. Great! And he knew it, but he also knew he could use some time off. Turning down sports endorsements from winning this years’ Martial Arts Championship and managing several companies. All while juggling half a dozen women, well that part wasn’t so bad, had him thinking about spending some time on the coast at his new beach house.
The book sales had really surprised him. He knew it was good but he had no idea it would make the bestseller list. Who would have thought? He thought most of it was just common sense and dribble. But it did pay for the beach house.
Yes, and that’s where he would go. Every time he went up there though, he never wanted to come back. The place was immaculate. It was his sanctuary, and it should be, considering the money he put into it.
He chuckled to himself as he recalled the night Martha Stewart showed up with a bottle of wine as a house-warming gift. She just wanted to snoop, he knew that, but he didn’t care. They had a wonderful Dinner that evening. He had to laugh as he remembered....
The horn blast from the irate driver behind him let him know the light was as green as it was going to get. Dwayne gave his tired old Galaxy the gas and it sputtered once, hung for a second, and then roared across the intersection to the applause of honking horns and single finger salutes. The plastic in the back window was flapping so loud he couldn’t hear his favorite guitar solo from BTO on his old 8-Track. “Piece of junk”, he muttered.
What a lousy day! So hot! He had already sweat through his T-shirt and dress shirt and it wasn’t even noon. He was now sporting two mammoth armpit rings that were threatening to meet in the middle. And to top it all off he had a huge ketchup stain on his shirt from having “Burgers for Breakfast”.

“I have to stop eating like that”, he thought. “Maybe I should look into joining a gym”. Ludicrous! He hadn’t been in a gym since High School. Something had to break, and he hoped it wasn’t another pair of his pants! He had split another pair just last week.

He glanced up in the mirror to make sure his comb-over was holding and gasped. “Just my luck” he thought. “ No wonder that women wouldn’t even look at me at my last stop!” he reached up and dislodged the gargantuan sized booger that had been hanging from his left nostril and flicked it out the window. Fortunately he didn’t see it blowback in the rear window. He checked his teeth just to make sure they were okay. He didn’t seem to mind the dead skin flakes peeling from his sun burnt bald spot. They would blend in somewhere on his dingy white dress shirt.
He sure hoped the air conditioner was working at the Library. He had to run in and drop off his overdue book before his next stop. And speaking of next stops, this next one has got to be better than the last few, he thought. He never dreamed selling Vacuum cleaners could be so brutal!
Last week he was just about ready to seal the deal when some old lady’s poodle had decided to taste test his leg. It probably would have worked out okay had he not launched Fido across the room. That’s when the whole thing turned into a sideshow Carnival act. The old lady started cursing him and smacking him with some decorating magazine. As he was just about to boot the mutt again, her son came flying out of the back room doing some kind of Karate junk. The kid chased him out to the car and took out his back window and would have surely done the same to him, had it not been for that old rusty Golf club he kept in the back seat. He was okay now, except for the dog bite. It stung a little, especially when his sweat rolled down into the open sore.
So hot! He was dripping wet. He considered crawling into his neighbor kids’ inflatable pool when he got home. “Man I need a break,” he thought, as his head began to spin from the exhaust fumes and heat.
“Well maybe my lucks changing after all,” he smirked, as he coerced his Galaxy up to a stale green light....
Dallas eased his Super Charged Porsche up to the light with the
skill of a gifted surgeon, which by the way…….

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