OPINION
There I was...#17
Published on September 7, 2007 By Big Fat Daddy In Misc
I had just a few minutes until I was due at the Rice Mill...important pick up...and once I picked it up there was no stopping until it got where it was going. So I raced into the Cholon PX parking lot and dashed inside...Cholon was run by the Navy, that meant cheap cigarettes...very cheap. It wasn't very often I could get there when it was open so I was really in a rush. I was so pleased to see there was no crowd to speak of...lookin' good for a quick pit stop.

As I was speeding down the aisle to the back of the store where the "Ship Stores" cigarette were ( a dime a pack for unfiltered, fifteen cents for filters)...I saw a small woman with bright red hair and freckles standing alone in an adjacent aisle. She was pretty. She gave me a huge knee weakening smile. But as rare as white women were in that place, I was a soldier on a mission and had very little time to complete it. I turned from her and dashed after my smokes. As I was picking up my limit of cartons, something about her smile haunted me...it was like I knew her...she looked so familiar. That's a good start..."Haven't we met before?" I retraced my steps toward the front of the store and unbelievably, in the short time since I had passed her, a huge mob of GIs and sailors had gathered around her and were making a big fuss over her. There were some mid level brass and cameramen with her. Rats...oh well...no one was in line so I cut a choggie for the checkout. The clerk on the register took my money and asked if I had seen her. "Yeah, who is she?" "Who is she? That's Ann-Margaret...that's who's she!"

I walked my confused dumba** back to my jeep and headed for the Rice Mill with bare minutes to spare. Ann-Margaret. "Kitten with a Whip" had been in black and white but I was sure she was a blond. "Viva Las Vegas" she was brown haired and TALL. But in the Cholon PX she was short, red haired, freckled, and beautiful...and set up with a great smile...and I walked right by her while her entourage rounded up every other GI in the store to create a photo op. I really blew it.

Comments
on Sep 08, 2007
Ouch...you didn't know being in a hurry and all, don't feel bad but I know you won't stop kicking yourself!
on Sep 08, 2007
I know you won't stop kicking yourself


It has been 41 years and I can still see her as plain as...well, not plain...but a clear image has lasted all this time. Yeah, ouch.
on Sep 08, 2007
I have to admit that I laughed out loud at this one Daddy. Missed a chance to chat up Ann-Margaret. I'm sorry for you 41 years after the fact.
on Sep 08, 2007
Missed a chance to chat up Ann-Margaret


Yeah, I know...but I got a great deal on my Winstons!!
on Sep 08, 2007
Yeah, I know...but I got a great deal on my Winstons!!


But...missed a chance to chat up Ann-Margaret. Priorities here, BFD

There's NO WAY I'd pass up, say, Natalie Portman, in the store!
on Sep 08, 2007

There's NO WAY I'd pass up, say, Natalie Portman, in the store!

Guess I am close to BFD's age, as Ann Margaret is the one I would stop dead in my tracks for!

So close!  I am just glad I was not you.  I would still be kicking my butt over the whole damn place!

on Sep 08, 2007
There's NO WAY I'd pass up, say, Natalie Portman, in the store!


It is an image thing. Like I said...I had an image of Ann Margaret as brunette or maybe blond...smooth skinned...TALL and the only thing that the little red head had that even tripped a little recognition was that electric smile. I know...dumb. And I have a grandaughter Natalie Portman's age...soooo? I'd like to get a look at Natalie, too.
on Sep 08, 2007
Great piece of writing. I remember some girls who--------ah, well.
on Sep 08, 2007
I remember some girls who--------ah, well.


Yeah...thanks for coming by.