Woman's Fear

A Woman's Fear
When we were on vacation in San Francisco a dirty woman covered with
many layers of sweatshirts, so many layers that she appeared perhaps
three times wider than she would standing nude, stopped another woman
who had stepped out of a grocery store in front of us. The overly
clothed woman asked the other woman who was tall with dark, loose hair,
if she had seen a man whose picture she held in her hand. The
dark-haired woman looked at the picture for a long time and thus
unknowingly obstructed our path out of the grocery store since the exit
was quite narrow. We waited patiently with heavy bags of groceries in
our hands while she looked at the picture. When we were able to pass
the dark-haired woman was saying to the overly clothed woman, I haven't
seen this man but I did see a man on the bus who had asked if any of
the, as he said, bus-riding women, meaning us, would like to shower
with him. He was obviously deranged. When we didn't respond to his
question, he shouted, I meant a natural shower for Christ's sake, not a
shower of knives!