Blowin' in the Wind

Yesterday I was having a nice lovely walk to Aunty Nat's Restaurant a few blocks down from my office. I was going to have lunch there with my friends Az and Shelley before they leave for Boston. The weather was bizarre but pleasant... to my right was fluffy white sky, to my left, a potentially menacing gray.

I reached the restaurant's block when the wind gushing toward me started getting a little forceful, my flimsy slacks billowing like sails in bad seas. Anything likened to a gale in the middle of town is rare, and I pushed myself against it with a raised brow and measured footsteps.

I got a call from Az when I was a few steps away from the restaurant, telling me that he and Shelley had just arrived and found themselves a table inside. I hung up slowly as I set a glassy-eyed gaze on a large transparent object falling several yards in front of me.

PCHAAHHHHHH

The thick sheet of glass toppled violently to the floor with a deafening shatter. I recoiled in elastic shock. Before I could tear away from my veil of stupor, I was hit by something else. It felt like sand brushing past my entire body. The wind persevered... and I blinked in a mental register.

Holy Crap.

I hurried inside to where Az and Shelley was, who were oblivious to the situation. They stood up to greet me with hugs, but I jerked my bony palms up in front of them like a hostage proving his innocence.

"Don't touch me, I'm covered in glass!"

"Huh, how did that happen? Are you bleeding, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm okay I th-OUCHIE OUCH!"

I staggered to the nearest seat and plucked a splinter from my big toe. Shelley immediately turned into temporary medic and plugged the minor injury with her trustworthy packet of tissue. Luckily that was the last sight of blood on me, and Shelley helped whisk tiny shards of glass out of my hair.

At the end of the block was a car showroom; I'm assuming that the glass door that served as the entrance was left open or ajar when the strong winds suddenly swooped in and unhinged it somehow. It was pretty freaky, but Az and Shelley eased me down with warm conversation.

After we had lunch, stepped out of the restarant, dodged glass pieces strewn across the tiled pavement and passed officials inspecting the accident, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret about misplacing the business card of the guy who pitched that insurance package to me last week.