No Bubbles

The foreign woman, covered in gold jewelry and wearing combat-green, chewed the equivalent of one tiny gumball’s worth of gum in her mouth. And yet, she insisted on trying to blow bubbles. I’m not sure where she thought the extra gummy material would appear from to accommodate her effort. Each and every time, her tongue struck straight through the center and out the other side of the pinkie-sized bit with the exception of the 5 or 6 times her tongue actually popped it out of her mouth and it landed on her chest, lap, the couch.

I was starting to really feel sorry for this poor woman, whose sole objective of blowing bubbles was being thwarted by her inability to buy more gum, when she pulled out a pack from her purse. She removed the spent piece, wrapped it in foil, and popped a new tiny piece of gum in her mouth.