Oh, hello

The woman stood in front of me in the line at Starbucks. She looked about 40, fit, dressed for a professional job. She was dark skinned and dark haired – maybe of Indian descent. I edged a bit closer, the line was cramped. Her hair smelled of apples.

She turned and glanced at me. “Oh, hello,” she said, as if she recognized me. Good lord, she was beautiful. But I didn’t recognize her. As far as I knew I’d never seen her before.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Oh, hello”

  1. “Oh hello,” the man dressed in athleisure wear said, “you must be my blind date,” he sat down across from me at the table.

    “So nice to meet you,” I faked a smile, realizing I’d gotten all dressed up to look at a man who wore workout clothes to dinner.

  2. She intentionally bumped against him at a parade. “Oh, hello,” he said as he turned in surprise recognizing her. She had her eye on him from the beginning when she first saw him in the neighborhood. His dark wavy hair, blue eyes, dimples, and smile absolutely stunned her. He used to practice playing his alto sax on his backyard porch. She could hear it even now. He played “Moonlight Serenade” which she loved at the time. She couldn’t wait to see him and would try to arrange to catch sight of him on her way home from school or church. Seeing him in the crowd at the Memorial Day parade was the purrfect opportunity. That “oh, hello” was the beginning of a first time puppy love relationship that she never forgot.

  3. “Oh Hello ! ”
    Martha was in the habit of greeting people , even those who didn’t want to be greeted . By her , that is . She , in her plain T-shirt and jeans , was the other end of the socialite spectrum .
    There was a momentary confusion in the overdressed ladies’ eyes . Should she wish back , or shouldn’t she ?
    She made up by an exaggerated purring ,_”Ohhh, hellllooo dear .” That accompanied by furious batting of eyelids and an insincere pout. The eye shadow was light green , matching her dress; and the lipstick blood red , as her stilettos.
    A dream for a cartoonist . Martha made a mental note of the few drops of sweat on the tip of that heavily powdered nose . Perfect.

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