Day IV

Cigar's mishap

    Joe and I followed the cigar’s arching trajectory over the roof as we ran over to the parapet, and watched it sail down to the; sidewalk below. There was an old guy down there selling snow cones. He had just handed a cherry cone to a lovely young lady in a ruffled, white blouse. Of course just as she was raising it to her watery, anticipating lips...the smoking stogy sizzled right into her cone like a flaming comet. The red ice splattered all over her, ruining her white blouse, as the crushed ice spread all over her breast.

     The surreal scene below seemed to flash in slow motion; taking forever but in reality, it was just a moment, frozen in my mind. She flung her cup into the air, and fell backwards. Luckily somebody caught her before she hit the pavement. As she fell, the old man nervously tried to catch her cup with one hand, before it landed on his ice. With the other he tried to roll his cart out of the way, but in his nervous haste he toppled it over.

     The cart crashed onto the sidewalk, and the ice shattered, sending jagged pieces in all directions. The syrup bottles cracked, splattering glass shards every where, and splashing cherry red, lemon yellow, orange, green, and white coconut juices all over. The colorful juices fused into a yucky gray rainbow, and slowly flowed into the gutter. The mess stained customers clothes, got on peoples feet, legs, pants, shoes, and skirts. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand that folks were very upset- they were pissed.