Wondering About Meat Sweats

I was standing on the corner when I heard my bulldog bark.....oh no...that wasn't me that was some other guy named Loyd that I heard about 50 years ago.

A whole other story that belonged to somebody else

As for me, I was standing in front of a smoke shop enjoying a black and mild Jazz when I noticed an NPC headed my way. This character was clearly not particpating in my scratch off game. He was another member of the infinite parade that passes me by every day without leaving the slightest impact on me or my cigar or my memory and as part of the bargain, he would immediately forget that I existed as well if he even saw me. I was pretty sure this guy wasn't gonna qualify for my memory even though he had to weigh at least 400 pounds.

Then it happened. Eye contact. The potential key to the memory vault. Dude had just left a Mexican restaurant.

I nodded. He said, "I ate too much again". I nodded back sensing heartburn and chili and peppers and shame and sorrow. I realizing that he was slipping into my memory and might even emerge as a story.

As he passed me he murmured perplexingly, "and now the meat sweats". I wanted to catch up to him and say, "It's not your fault." but I let the encounter go as it became a moment and as such made its way to my memory, someday to become a story if properly inspired, I just didn't expect it so soon.

Today, I'm wondering about the meat sweats.