Incomplete Ideas

A man and woman pulled up below. She was driving and it was obvious who wore the pants. He handed over her over-sized purse from the passenger seat. I watched as they exited the car, looking for some telltale sign that they were in love. I wanted to catch them looking at each other, unable to keep it off their faces. They didn't look at each other. Didn't glance in the other's direction at all. I was reminded forcibly of my parents. I bet they just had a petty argument about milk or which was the best route home. I bet it ended in bitter words by one or both parties and they will go to bed facing opposite sides. One will let out a huff of air to convey to the other that Eastwood would have been much quicker. The other will suddenly protest any tiredness whatsoever, will turn on the T.V., the volume up a little too loud, and will promptly issue forth great snores shattering any remaining illusion of peace in the room.