My new friend,
Who knew that tucked away in the furthest corner of the loge level in the right field corner I would find you. A diamond in the rough, if you will. Someone that has probably been working for the Dodgers since they moved to LA from Brooklyn years ago.
Sure some might say that they moved you to this corner because of how slow you are as a worker. Or how you ruminate over the fact there was a little speckle of chewing gum on a debit card, making your production almost nil for minutes at a time. I look at these not as a detriment but as a little quirks that I could learn to love about you.
Some might say that are 50 years of age difference isn’t socially acceptable, that a relationship between us two would never last. To the naysayers I say nay, our love will last an eternity. I knew it from the moment I could have switched to three different lines and still gotten my Dodger dog a full inning before I would have gotten it from you, yet I didn’t move.
There was something compelling about waiting for us to come into contact. Maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was the conversation I had with the person I was in line with, maybe it was because I would stare at the game on the television in front of me, or maybe I couldn’t be bothered by moving lines…. Maybe, just maybe, it was because I was transfixed on the way you move at a pace that makes people with no limbs look like Olympic sprinters.
My only regret is that I didn’t profess my love to you when I had my shining moment of ordering two dogs, two drinks, and an order of nachos with jalapenos on the side. Until we meet again Old Korean Lady working at the concession stand at a Dodger game in the right field corner on the loge level, until we meet again.
Don’t you hate getting in line and watching every single line move twice as fast around you?