Missed Connection

In a Craig's List Missed Connections sort of moment last night, I saw a beautiful woman. Let me artfully set the stage:

I had been doing school work all day, went and had a couple beers and hadn't eaten for 12 hours. It was time for some 1am Jack in the Box. I drove through to get some dirty grub.

She was in a Prius, white. Both the car and the girl. Brown hair, she behind me in line for Jack in the Box.

We were ships in the night, or ships refueling next to each other in the night, when we actually should have been engaging in coitus. Had we found each other earlier things may have been different. No doubt we both would have preferred each other's company in a biblical sense, unwrapping each other instead of discount chicken sandwiches.

But alas, it wasn't to be. I went home to eat my Jack in the Box and not her box, and the only meat she presumably scarfed that night was the ambiguous sort found in Jack's 99 cent tacos. Too sad. With such clear good taste we could have been something.