Broken Lady...
“Broken Lady”
By
Scott Casteel
It is really hard to find something when you don’t know what
you are looking for. I hope she finds it. I drove around the corner and saw her
sitting on the edge of the wall in front of the address she put into the Lyft
app. We made eye contact. My first impression was she possessed a cognitive
disability of sorts. Dressed in a crisp
white button-down uniform, she walked around the back of my car and got in the
passenger side back seat. I verified her
name and introduced myself. “Hi Amy. I am Scott.”
“Nice to meet you Scott.”
I verified the destination posted on the app and told her we
were on our way. She thanked me for giving her a ride.
“That is a nice shirt. I bet your wife picked that out for
you.”
I told her I did not remember. I really did not have the
heart to disrespect her complement. I picked it out at a secondhand store.
After 20 years of wearing the same uniform, I really did not have any dress clothes
and I certainly wasn’t going to spend a lot of money buying any. I no longer
feel the need to dress to impress.
“How long have you been married?” she asks.
“32 years.” I have to think for a minute. I do the math in my
head to make sure.
She tells me she has been married 26 years. Her voice changes
to a confused sadness. “My husband left me for another woman.” She sighs, “Three
months ago.”
“Oh goodness.” I tell her. “That must be incredibly painful.”
“It is. But I am taking the high road. I never saw it coming.
I don’t want to be too graphic, but we had sex three times a week. Three
times a week! I am not wearing any makeup, but I am still hot. He told me
he just doesn’t love me anymore. But I am taking the high road.” she says
proudly.
She asks my age and I tell her I will be 57 next month.
“I am only 54 and I am still good lookin’. Just look at me.
I do not respond. I do Not want to be misconstrued, so I keep
driving. Plus, I really did not think she was all that hot.
“My husband is 64.”
She tells me about her kids. She has a daughter that is 25
and a son 21. The daughter is finishing graduate school in the spring and her
son will get his bachelor’s degree from ASU in the spring as well. She seems
proud of her children. She tells me once again she is taking the high road.
“I am putting on my uniform and I am going to work.” She
repeats.
Her son won’t even speak to his dad and that hurts her. “That
is your father and he will always be your father.” She tells me in a matter of
fact tone.
Her daughter met the new woman. “She is younger than me mommy.” She tells me
she did not want to hear about the new girlfriend, but her daughter continued. “Mommy,
she has great big boobs. And she isn’t very pretty.” She tells her “I really don’t want to hear
this.” Her daughter insists “But Mommy, I think you do need to hear this.”
We pull into a popular candy store where she works. She points
to a parking spot where she wants to be dropped off. She apologizes to me for
bearing her soul. I tell her this is not the first time this has happened. I am
not sure why, but complete strangers have a tendency to tell me their life
stories and secrets.
“You have a gentle soul that people respond to.”
I nod my head and tell her “Yeah, I
guess so.”
She tells me one more time, “I am putting on my uniform and I
am going to work. I am taking the high road.”
She tugs at the large shiny black buttons on her uniform and smooths out
the wrinkles. She asks to shake my hand and thanks me for letting her talk.
As she struggles a little to get out of my car, I notice a translucent
plastic cup with an amber liquid sloshing back and forth. She had kept it out
of my sight. She slowly walks around the back of my car and in her crisp white
uniform stumbles toward her job, where she is going to take the high road.
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