An unsuspecting redhead (UR)
emerged from the corner Circle K
with the obligatory Diet Coke
into the blinding hot Arizona sun.
Up walks a tall Hispanic male (HM)
with a pony tail and a tattoo of a tiger on his neck.
He hands her a CD before she can utter a word.
On the cover is a picture of an old tennis shoe
laying on a gravel road.
HM: Dees is a CD of my freends band.
Day jes won choo to leesen to dare music.
UR: (trying to hand back the CD) um, no, but thanks.
HM: But ees free!
UR: I only really listen to Country music but thanks.
HM: Its has two Country songs een it.
UR: Oh, well, okay, thanks.
HM: We jees wan a $5 donation.
UR: (trying once again to hand back the CD)
Really, you can take it back. I won’t listen to it.
HM: But they is reeel good.
UR: How about a dollar?
HM: Ok, you leesen to it tonight.
She gave him a dollar
and jumped into the Jeep and locked the door.
Turned the CD player on and popped it in.
There were about three beats of music
then just some scratching noises.
The man was standing next to another car
talking to someone else.
She got out and walked up to him.
UR: Um, this doesn’t work.
HM: Choo got a receipt?
UR: Why did you give me a CD?
Why didn't you just ask for money?
HM: Hey Lady, I'm a beesnus man.