Second Impressions

On the way to town Sunday afternoon, I passed a roadwalker. She was coming towards me on the county blacktop road, about a half-mile off the lettered county highway, heading towards the middle of nowhere. 

 

I had never seen her before, but I assumed she was out for an evening walk. She was carrying her cell phone, perhaps listening to music, or checking the time she had been walking. Curiously enough, her exercise attire was a tube-top sundress with wide horizontal pastel stripes. Not an outfit I would have chosen for a walk on a country road. I did not notice her shoes, since T-Hoe was past her by that time.

On to town I went. Did my business. Came back about an hour later. I crested the hill that leads down to Mailbox Row, in the area where Hick ran SilverRedO off in the snow on the day I was being sprung from my Unfortunate HospitVALzation, and saw Roadie headed down that hill, on the side facing traffic. She had traveled about a mile in the hour I was gone.

I briefly entertained the thought of asking if she needed a ride. Such unusual workout clothing, you know. My mind was working quickly. I hadn't seen a car off the road, as if she might have run out of gas. But she wouldn't be walking AWAY from town if that was the case, now would she? She had passed 11 occupied houses in that time. Just in case she didn't have cell reception, and might have wanted to make a call.

Then my eye landed on the back of her right shoulder. Which showcased a giant dragon tattoo. Nope. Vroom-vroom went T-Hoe as I sped on by.

Not trying to judge a book by its cover, but I don't think her situation was something I wanted to involve myself in. I think it might have gone a little deeper than needing a dollar for whiskey or a vape.