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Systolic by Grayson Cole
October 22, 2008, 2:10 pm
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A Picture of an Elderly Fellow in Bright Socks


I went to my local Wal-Mart Pharmacy a month or so ago

. Beautiful weather outside, off work for the day, dinner and wine were already waiting for me at home, and my prescription was—blessedly—waiting for me when I got to the counter.

Conditions were perfect.

I decided to check my blood pressure with that white apparatus that sits in a dingy corner of nearly every pharmacy. After inserting my arm into the cuff and taking a few cleansing breaths, I depressed the green button.

The cuff started to inflate, a light went off, and I was ready to see a nice, controlled BP reading… when I heard “YOUGONNAGETYOURBLOODPRESSURETAKEN???” Loud, startling, grainy, the voice blared behind me. I glanced up and noticed an elderly fellow standing behind me. Assuming the question was directed at a woman nearby.

I settled in my seat again. Then right next to my ear, I heard “YOUGONNAGETYOURBLOODPRESSURETAKEN.” I jumped and turned quickly. The steely eyed, loose-cheeked gentleman bent over me awaiting an answer.

Vein in my temple pulsing just a bit, I nodded, then turned back to wait for my results hoping that my calm had not been too disturbed… when I heard, louder, and close enough to my ear for me to sense the movement of his lips: “ITSUREISTAKIN’ALONGTIMEISN’TIT.”

I jumped again. My heart truly racing, all I could think was that this was a private—um, publicly private—moment. Couth!!! I was in search of couth, when he leaned past me to rap the display of the machine and demanded that the results come faster. It took all I had not to howl in frustration. “Who does that?” I asked myself mentally.

When my reading came back, it was sky flippin’ high. The old man cackled something near incomprehensible about my heart and walked away. Behind him, out of the back of his neatly pressed seersucker Dockers walking shorts, flipped a skinny red tail.

Or maybe not… but it certainly would have been fitting.

As a kid, much of my walk to school was solitary. Every day, before I met up with my friends, I became a spy, or a ninja, or even a refugee ice skater from the USSR (it was the 80s people) slipping from one hiding place to another, escaping imagined capture… My imagination has always been in hyper drive and even the most mundane situations become dramas I need to write and share. And that’s how my stories are born.

Grayson Reyes-Cole

Perpetually Amused


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“Hell is other people”… a lovely little tail–er, tale 🙂

Comment by asherose

a good imagination is a great the way those machines are so off…..they never give you the right results

Comment by Savannah Chase

You should do something about your blood pressure, Mr, Middy.

Comment by charlottemcclain

I should do something about it! Perhaps switch pharmacies? My imagination, as you all can tell, is precisely overactive.

Comment by Grayson Reyes-Cole

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