She looked like the distinguished older scientist's daughter who
falls for the hero, also a scientist, in one of those vintage Fifties
black and white sci-fi films,
But I was no scientist. I was a college student,
a part-time car salesman and
a full-time dreamer in my cubicle.
She did not buy the car,
but we were going out
What was that Oldsmobile model? Rocket 88?
I wished we were taking one to the Moon tonight
and not coming back.
"Excuse me, sir," the couple broke in on my reverie,
"but we'd like to take a look at that SUV on the floor."
"I'd be delighted to show you," I said and I meant it.
The old scientist would have been proud of my devotion to duty.
And to beauty.
I strode resourcefully from my lunar cabin.
"Delighted," I repeated myself
with courteous authority
in what I was doing.
The couple followed with rapt attention.