Loose Meat in the Food Court:

Recently my other half had to resort to walking in the local Mall to get away from the heat. There he was, loose meat in the food court. Ladies in pink, sparkled hats and joggers exercising their lattes and new balance footwear raise eyebrows in curiosity. His rambling gate unmatched and unseen until now prompted others to follow his path with their eyes. The lyrics "everyone is talking 'bout a new way of walking" comes to mind.  More curious is the hat wear and suspenders. A renegade, sporting hiking shoes and purposeful expression.  The dyed permed Mall Walkers do not know what to think of this oddity. The ladies get excited. Maybe he's fishing for something. .  . . . or someone.  They dump their paper cups and adjust fanny packs to maximize exposure of hard earned waistlines and buxom silhouettes. With a quick glance and knowing signal the ladies pair up and walk.  Even at their best they could not match his stride and fell back too far to get a closer look.  It was speculated that he was there only to walk. And walk he did. Cruising by window displays of Victoria's secret, bypassing the food court without even the slightest interest in the packs of super seniors plotting their daily activities he exudes the confidence of a practiced athlete. 

Like a good old plate of hamburger gravy and white bread this loose meat conjured memories of days past where young girls whispered and held hands while the football team stood on the sidelines glancing over their shoulders hoping to make eye contact and generate a spark.