Paper Route StoriesShady Lady One evening I stopped at a house on Cahokia Rd. The woman who answered the door was nearly naked. She was wearing a skimpy lacey outfit that showed way more skin than it covered.
I told her I was collecting newspaper money and when she turned to get the money, I saw most of her butt and she was wearing shiny black high heel shoes. I could hear laughter of a man and another woman somewhere inside the house.
(When I see Victoria’s Secret I think of this woman.)
I’m sure my mouth was agape and my eyes nearly falling out of my head when she returned with the money. I left thinking this was one weird lady.
Some time later I was sitting in the living room while my Mom and Dad were at the kitchen table. Dad was reading the paper and he mentioned to Mom that a “Shady Lady” and two men were arrested on Cahokia Rd.
I didn’t say a word to my folks but I knew it had to be the same house. My young imagination ran wild. Could I be arrested for going to that house?
The next time I talked with Jim I started to tell him about it, but he immediately shushed me. He said he didn’t want to hear any noisy stories.
I asked him what he meant and he said it was just a lot of noise. Mean gossip that served no good and only upset people when they heard it. He told me it would make people think ill of me if I repeated that noise.
I took what he said to heart and never again mentioned it for decades.
And just now, of course, but I’m not telling it to get anybody in trouble.
Only to say different things happen to different people. |
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