My Favorite Adventure: Sketching Out the Lady With Four Coffees

My favorite parking structure adventure happened not that long ago, and it's likely much more significant to me (and GF) than it will be to anyone.

It was a very, very cold day. A sub-zero, Arctic-blast wind-chill kind of day. GF and I had driven into downtown together, which is typical when one or the other of us spends the night. GF normally walks or take the bus to work. So whether we've stayed at my place or hers, riding into the parking structure with me cuts her walk time at least in half.

On this particularly cold morning, I was less than graceful in getting out of the car, had to juggle a few different things to lock the car while GF was standing there with her computer bag, probably thinking 'hurry your ass up before mine freezes off.'

There was already a lady waiting by the elevators, with a tray of four Starbucks coffees. She was probably in her fifties, and clearly worked someplace where people dress professionally (or at least she was dressed professionally) and don't come to work in blue jeans or anything of the like. She was already eyeing GF and I a bit suspiciously as we started walking toward the elevators.

Now, the town we live in is a college town, fairly liberal, and definitely one of the most open-minded towns I've lived in. Don't get me wrong, it's got it's problems. It's far from perfect. But it's not unusual to see two women walking down the sidewalk holding hands or giving each other a quick kiss during a game of darts at a local bar/restaurant. So when I dropped my keys, keeping us in the biting cold even longer (if only for a few seconds), I didn't think twice about giving GF a quick kiss as we walked. It's not like we started making out in the middle of the parking structure or anything. And at that point, we were still a good ten yards or more away from the coffee lady anyway. But when I'd gave GF my quick kiss of an apology, coffee lady damn near dropped her coffees on the ground.

She was clearly sketched out by our lesbian display of affection, no matter how small (especially compared to what you would normally see between heteros).

As a result, GF and I refer to that lady as the 'sketched out lady,' and GF occasionally accuses me of looking for her in the parking structure again to see if we can continue to sketch her out.

That day, however, we were fortunate in that, just as we got to the elevators, both arrived at the same time. Sketched out lady got into one. GF and I got into the other. Sketched out lady's elevator was apparently a little faster. There was no sign of her when we exited the structure, which is just as well. If she couldn't handle a quick peck, I have no idea how she would have handled it when we kissed goodbye for the day.