Breakfast at Bobbie McGee’s, Life Options

[Arnfinn]

A few weeks ago Pam and I spent a few days in Canberra. Our venue for breakfast was the hotel’s restaurant, Bobbie McGee’s. One morning whilst we were eating breakfast I noticed a puny macho business man sitting at a table on my left. Later a stunning young redheaded woman sat opposite the man, who was obviously a company executive.



Breakfast at Bobbie McGee’s

He sat on the other side,
though his head was somewhere
between the third button on her
green blouse and half parted pink lips.

A red headed beauty;
a babe crawling amongst old growth—
next weeks work performance topic
around a company board table.

She, at her plate,
Green eyed, neck flounced ringlets,
shaped white linen from waist to knee.
Unpainted fingers cuddling curved
handles.

He mouthed sideways,
phone mid shoulder and ear: expression
for impression— mind on the evenings
project. He winked and gave a sickly
smile.

Arnfinn

[azurepoetry]

Hi John,

she was a first tripper, she didn't know the routine of the dining room, didn't know where to get plates, didn't know where the toast making machine was etc.

That's what i'm talking about. Right there. Her eyes and awkward, jerky movements belied whatever grace she would normally have. Those descriptions add dimension to the lady, and complexity to the situation. While Gregory and i have seen this plenty of times, you can still tell the tale if you give us something interesting. Even linking the deer in headlights feeling so we become sympathetic to her surroundings before the guy makes a revealing gesture or something to let us know that she is more than way over her head at the dining table.

Thanks for coming back. Oh and the line should have been...neck flounced with ringlets, i think.

Cheers!
~tim/azurepoetry

[Arnfinn]

Hi John,

she was a first tripper, she didn't know the routine of the dining room, didn't know where to get plates, didn't know where the toast making machine was etc.

That's what i'm talking about. Right there. Her eyes and awkward, jerky movements belied whatever grace she would normally have. Those descriptions add dimension to the lady, and complexity to the situation. While Gregory and i have seen this plenty of times, you can still tell the tale if you give us something interesting. Even linking the deer in headlights feeling so we become sympathetic to her surroundings before the guy makes a revealing gesture or something to let us know that she is more than way over her head at the dining table.

Thanks for coming back. Oh and the line should have been...neck flounced with ringlets, i think.

Cheers!
~tim/azurepoetry

Hi Tim,

No trouble, mate.

Thank you once again for you honest and candid opinion.


Regards,

John.