Old Maids

Thanks for the post from Rashad Townsend

This week my two roommates are out of town on business, and that means I am home alone. I really enjoy being alone, and it scares me to think how happy I’d be if I lived alone for the rest of my life (perhaps I’m destined to be an old maid). My mother gave me strict orders to stay inside and avoid the ragweed (which she seems to think I’m allergic to), so I sat on my couch for a couple of hours, eating potato chips and watching reruns or the reality tv programs I watched yesterday on direct TV. Our living room is really meant to be a sunroom, and three walls are made up of windows, which have no curtains. I left the backdoor open, and as night fell I thought to myself that I am a very brave girl for sitting there in the dark alone. But then I started to think, “But I’m not really alone.” From where I was sitting, I could perfectly see into both of my next-door neighbors houses. On both sides, my neighbors are women old enough to be retired schoolteachers. Maybe the three of us will grow old together.