Kisses From Walgreens

January 2005

I was sitting in Walgreens waiting for my prescription when the scent of a great memory walked up to the cashier. The middle-aged woman was wearing a perfume I've always called "Southern Lady Nice".

Thirty-two years had disappeared and I was in the arms of my university Psychology professor. She was 35, worldly and the first woman with whom I had a relationship. I was 19. We met at her house in Hilton Village every day for that semester.

I remembered every place she wanted me to find that perfume. God knows I searched for it. LOL. I was grinning so much I had to lower my head to regain my composure. When I raised it, the messenger was gone, but not the memory.

Some of her perfume lingered as I paid for my prescription. It caused me to blush when the cashier asked, "Did you find everything you needed?"

She was a cute, red-haired woman in her early 20's. Her attractiveness made me blush even more.

"Um, the lady's perfume reminded me of someone special. Someone from many years ago. She wore the same perfume. It brought back good memories." I gave her a sheepish grin. She knew I was remembering and was tickled to see me blush.

The middle-aged pharmacist gave me a quick glance and slightly smiled. She continued filling prescriptions in rapid order.

I looked over at the pharmacist and smiled, "You always remember the good ones, don't you?" She pursed her lips and grinned even more. This time her eyes smiled too.

Her husband would get a special kiss tonight and not understand it at all.

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