we’re all so wanted….

I haven’t seen her for 3 or 4 days
and she comes in and tells me
about the man on the freeway–
he kept his car just even with hers
and when she speeded up
he speeded up
and when she slowed down
he slowed down
“I took a quick off-ramp,” she said,
“and let him go.”
I didn’t say anything.
“you know what they’re doing when they do
that?” she asked.
“no,” I answered.
“they’re whacking-off,” she said.
“Jesus,” I said.
“and I think this one’s funny. ¬† you probably won’t
think it’s funny…”
“go ahead…”
“well, you know what a hand-mirror is?”
“well, after I got off the freeway, here came this
other guy… he was really quite common-looking, nothing
exceptional… but he drove alongside of me and he
had this card in the hand-mirror and it said:
and I laughed, I shook my head and I said, ‘No.’
we drove along like that and he replaced the card.
the next one said:
and I nodded my head up and down in the affirmative.
then he replaced the card
and the next one said:
and I shook my head, ‘No’
and then he put in another card
and it said
and it was all right because he was this quite
ordinary-looking fellow and we were laughing
all through it….”
she had finished.

“listen,” I said, “did I tell you the time I went to
THRIFTY’S to get a pair of stockings and some shorts
and this young woman walked up to me and do you know
what she said?   guess what she said..?  understand,
I just went in there to get a pair of stockings and
some shorts…”

Charles Bukowski
Original manuscript
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