There is an excellent food co-op in the area, on Rio Grande. Part of its charm is the employees, all of whom seem friendly and pleased to be working there. Two employees caught my attention. There is one woman who only looks into the eyes of the women customers, and barely glances at the men. Not sure why, but it is a neat peculiarity. I think her name is Maggie or something similarly Irish. And more recently I took note of she who shall be known as “ass crack girl” (or AC for short) in honor and admiration of her paleness above her grey sweat pants (which barely can hold on to her slim form). I’ve got to respect the boldness and freedom of one who decides to share her butt with the world – albeit in only small glimpses as she stocks shelves and does whatever else one does at a food co-op. Both me and my female housemate regarded her butt but we didn’t get a clear look at her face. I tried to get a look at her as I was leaving and I am not sure I was looking at the same person (now behind a register rather than stocking shelves) but if it was her, she appeared to be one of those smart geek-girls, with glasses and a smile, the kind you (or I) just wish I was dating. Later that night I had a dream that me and ass-crack girl were together, and she had a red early-1960s style (vintage recreation) overcoat.