Today began like any other warm Spring day on the Baltimore harbor. Marilyn stared out the window of the Dunkin Donuts at the busy retail street. Over sized SUVs and Ford F-150 crew cab trucks were parallel parked beyond the donut shops windows. A recently washed Hummer slowed, its red body paint shining in the early morning sun. The driver, a bleach blond wearing thick black sunglasses snapped her head from left to right. It was the morning rush for the Starbucks across the street. There were no parking spots available, at least none that would fit her vehicle. Still, there was one narrow gap between a silver Lexus and a fire hydrant. Marilyns eyes were drawn to the Hummers blinker. Considerate she thought, as the woman started backing in to the space.
Marilyn looked away. She didnt need to share in the drama unfolding outside. Her own late model Honda sat eight blocks away outside her apartment house. It hadnt run in a month and without insurance that was just as well. Walking was great exercise and in her mid-thirties keeping in good shape bordered on an obsession. She felt in great shape and loved the way so many men and women noticed her. She loved how often people confused her for someone much younger. Her short cropped hair, long legs and pert breasts added to the effect. Once the weather got warmer, her midriff tops and short shorts would definitely come out of the closet.
Taking another sip of her decaf Marilyn tapped her manicured finger nails on the folded newspaper laying on the table beside her half eaten jelly donut. The Want Ads were horrible again today. There were at least a hundred jobs available in Baltimore County. Starbucks needed a barista. Subway needed a new assistant manager. The Kinkos down the street needed a night manager. None of the jobs paid enough to live in Baltimore County.
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