He's strolling down the hallway on his way back to
his office when he first notices the footsteps behind him. Click clack,
click clack. He doesn't think much on them, in this safe and well
traveled hallway, but they keep coming closer.
And so fast! Click clack, click clack. His stride falters. Is he being
followed? He angles to the right a little to let them pass. But they're
not that close yet. Just getting closer. Click clack, click clack. He
corrects back to the left, hunching his shoulders almost imperceptibly
against an unlikely attack. Click clack, click clack. Why are the
footsteps coming so quickly? He swings his head toward one shoulder,
then the other, hoping to catch a glimpse of his pursuer out of the
corners of his eyes, but without being too obvious about it. Click
clack. The footsteps are almost right behind him now. Click clack. His
body tenses. Suddenly he lurches to the right and stops dead in his
tracks, turning, prepared to fight if he has to, or simply let the
pursuer pass him if it turns out to be harmless, disguising his fear as
politeness.
She turns her head toward him as she breezes by, giving him an uncomfortable half-smile before click-clacking down the hall.
"She"
is me. The click-clack is from my high-heeled shoes that make it
impossible to travel surreptitiously, and "he" is practically everyone
who ever steps into my office building. The reason this story keeps
occurring is I happen to be a fast walker. No matter where I go, if
there are other people walking in front of me, it is pretty much certain
I will overtake them, apparently making them very nervous in the
process.
It's embarrassing to know that I inspire so much anxiety
in those unfortunate enough to go before me, but what am I going to do?
Waste my time shambling slowly, whistle ice-cream-truck jingles to
advertise my presence in a nonthreatening way? Probably I am just going
to keep on keeping on, striking fear into the hearts of men with my
stiff-soled shoes and purposeful stride.
Friday, March 14, 2014
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4 comments:
At least you are aware of other people's awareness of you! And "surreptitiously" is such a great word.
this piece made me laugh, after building up the tension in the beginning, your ending tickled my funny bone. Thank you.
I can just hear you...my friend, Cindy, was a click, clacker...but I walked faster...my shoes were the quiet types. Now...Maxine...she would be right there with you...clicking and clacking. Loved this. Wish I could walk fast now...but my toe is not happy and I really need to get it fixed. :-(