She slowly rolls onto her stomach, puts both hands on the floor, manages to get on all fours and performs a 860 lb. squat, getting to her feet. (How many people do you know who can do an 860 lb. squat?)
She tilts back her head and pulls her beautiful, gleaming auburn hair back and chuckles as you franticly pull your ankles out of the wall. She bends over, grasping your right leg and pulls. Your foot quickly comes out of the wall, plaster flying and she falls backwards, her left cheek landing on your face completely hiding your head.
"HELP!!", comes a muffled cry from the floor. Knowing that you could easily suffocate, she quickly rolls over to her right. You gasp for air.
"I'll get the other foot out of the wall, thank you. By the way, what's your name, georgous?"
"Carol", she coos. "They used to call me Fat Carol until I lost 60 lbs."
"Well, don't lose any more. I hate the skinny Claudia Shiffer types. Let's go get something to eat, ok?"
Her eyes get big, a trace of salava drips from the right side of her mouth, "Sounds great!!"
You walk her to your 99 Chevy S10 that had been lowered, tinted glass, 20 in. wheels, ground effects and Extreme graphics. Like the gentleman you are, you open her door; she gets in. But as you attempt to get in you find that you both cannot fit in the custom cab.
"I guess you're going to have to ride in the back", you say as you hang your head kick a pebble with your toe.
You carefully remove the tailgate since you had replace it when you bent it while loading your friend's freezer while helping him move, and the freezer was much lighter than Carol.
"Don't worry," you say as you help her into the back of the truck, "I'll replace it when I get you loaded."
"I know you will", she says with a sheepish smile.
So you get behind the wheel and head for the Chinese buffet. You look into the rear view mirror and notice how beautiful Carol looks with her nose pressed against the back window.
You pull into a parking spot in front of the Wing King Buffet and help Carol out of the truck. You leave Carol behind as you run inside just in time to head off the two Chinamen racing towards the front door with "Closed" signs. With a quick move, you clothesline the two unfortunate proprietors, leaving them on the floor muttering some strange language to one another, as you open the door, (both doors) for Carol. The two Mexicans refilling the lo mein at the buffet table stand petrified as Carol lunges towards them with a plate in each hand. They jump out of the way like rabbits as Carol begins loading the last of the boiled won tons onto one of her plates. She makes her way to the terriaki chicken, cleans off three sticks and loads 7 more onto her plate. Three pair of round eyes peek through the lattice near the entrance of the kitchen. Finally, a small Asian girl of about 15 timidly brings a pan of boiled shrimp to the buffet table. Carol's back is to her. She stops, sniff, sniff. Carol spins around, grabs the pan from the girl, rushes it off to the table.
"Thank you", she says softly.
So, you and your new soulmate begin eating your four plates of food and the boiled shrimp.
You think to yourself, "Life is good."
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