B-Town Undercover: Smile…You’re On Candid Camera!
Last Thursday I was perusing the Burien Farmers Market (open from 11am to 6pm) when I ran into my favorite flower vendor. They happily met me with kind smiles and inquired, â€œWhat you like today?â€
â€œHmmm, I donâ€™t know, I like all flowers. Can you make me a bouquet of the yellow Lupine and the white daisies?â€
â€œYou donâ€™t like these already made up?â€
â€œYes, but I like those in the back better.â€
â€œOk, no problem, she make you a big bouquet,â€ said the smiling fellow.â€
I certainly hoped they remembered me, or they would just think I was a persnickety customerâ€”you know the typeâ€”the sort of person who carries floss in their pocket. Tooth floss that is.
â€œCan I take your picture for the B-Town Blog?â€ I asked with what I thought was a winning smile. Hopefully that spinach quiche I had at 909 Coffee and Wine wasnâ€™t residing between my two front teeth. Not a good look.
â€œOh no, we too old and shy,” said the smiling apple-faced woman. Her partner readily agreed with her as I took a people-less picture of flowers. As I walked away, my friend Trixie greeted me.
â€œWhat are you up to now?â€ she said with a knowing look.
â€œI wanted to take a picture of my favorite vendors and they declined because they are old and shy.â€
â€œAnd dirty!â€ shouted the old, shy women. â€œYou come back next time and I have on clean apron, then I ready for picture.â€ I swear she started preening as she barked her remark across the aisle.
â€œItâ€™s a deal, see you next Thursday,â€ I bellowed back at her.
As I wandered from the market up the street, I ran into two city workers. Finally, the dead light pole was being restored.
â€œHey guys, you two look pretty busy, is this an all-day job or what?â€ I jokingly said to them.
They both paused in their labors and took a much-needed break while I told them about a story I wrote about the dead light post.
â€œReally?â€ says the overly eager repairman. â€œDo you want to take my picture? Do you think I should have my tool belt off or on? Can you get a shot of my face from that angle? It should probably be an action shot, donâ€™t you think? Maybe Iâ€™ll be famous.â€
He jokes; at least I hope it was a joke.
After his â€œcandid action shotâ€ I asked him why there were always four or five workers standing around a man hole and shooting the breeze as one guy threw dirt out the hole.
â€œWell, one of the guys was probably holding an extra shovel,â€ he said with a hint of a grin.
Twenty-five years of living in Burien gives Humorist Shawn Underwood much fodder for her writings.
All of her stories are true, or at least have a grain of truth with no added embellishments.
Or something like that.
Read more of her humor at her website here.