That's MY Tabitha!

farplaner · 02-01-2007, 07:00 AM

It's something right out of one of those bad 'teen love' movies. Even he has to laugh at the cliche he is acting out. It's 9:15; the crescent moon he knows is hanging somewhere in the late-summer night sky is blocked behind one of the popular, new establishments lining Corne Gain Pkwy.
But his concentration is quickly remastered as a new scene unfolds on the other side of the bushy-bush behind which he so covertly hides. As quietly as he can he combs a part in the leafy limbs, forming a green-framed spyglass, and focuses in outrage as his Tabitha, smiling all lady-like, accepts the hand of that clean-cut, "yes sir, yes ma'am," ferry boy opening the door to let her out of his two-thousand-and-six Corvette and into the hottest new restaurant in town.
He jumps back from his post, spitting leaves with teeth marks in them into the air, and does a jumping dance of fury and frustration. In rhythm with his stomping feet and flailing arms he screams from behind grinding teeth, "THAT'S - MY - TABITHA! THAT'S - MY - TABITHA! THAT'S - MY - TABITHA!"
Eventually he regains some amount of composure, and returns to the shrubby periscope. He sees his one, true love and that "grape ape" sitting themselves at the best table in the joint, and he notices that she is wearing the yellow, knee-length skirt that he so adores on her, the one that he demands she put on whenever they cavort like Brad and Jennifer in her parents' house when they leave for League Night at the bowling alley, and at that moment a revelation hammers him in the skull.
She knows I'm watching her! and then.....