The Road Taken: Girl on the Run

Pam and I worked at the station, though in different departments. At first, I didn’t know what to make of her, but if I had one word to describe my first impression of her, it would be, intimidating. Add to that, a deep, throaty laugh, reminiscent of Cruella De Vil. And just like Cruella, she was not the type to care what you thought of her, or make any effort to meet you halfway. Nope. If she had been Cruella, I probably would have been quick to hand her the Dalmatians.

Pam wasn’t what I’d call beautiful, either, but she was stunning in a take-no-prisoners sort of way. Her nose, rather elongated, had a slight bump along the ridge, and her dark eyes penetrated into you when she spoke, always with a seemingly mock air of disapproval. She was tall, slender, with long, thick chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, the kind of hair I’d wished for when I was a kid. A definite, stark contrast to my thick, stubby curls, which my mother had long taught me to wear pixie short, for ease in maintaining those damn, knotty locks.

Pam could tease you mercilessly about the most innocuous things. Like the time I wore a brand new yellow cashmere sweater to work. All day long, the sweater shed relentlessly, leaving a trail of yellow lint wherever I went. By the end of the day, Pam had dubbed me Lint Woman. I never wore the sweater again, but too late. The name stuck with me for years, used not only by her, but by everyone in the office.

On the surface, we couldn’t have been more unalike, Pam and I, and yet that didn’t stop us from becoming fast friends. I managed to pass the test, or whatever it is Pam does to determine a person’s measure. I had no idea what she saw in me, as I was a basket of insecurities and generally reserved around new people. Perhaps, it was that I got her biting wit and her sharp intelligence. Who else would refer to her brother’s girlfriend as the Succubus? Her strong, assertive presence thrilled me. It even emboldened me to say what was on my mind, without fear of repercussion or worry that Pam, or our other friends from work, would think me stupid. Which was a far cry from G.

Every now and then, G and I would go see a play. I preferred frothy comedies or musicals. G liked them too, but mostly he favored seeing dramatic plays with a message. I dreaded those, only because, when they ended G would want to engage me in what he called, a thoughtful discussion on the play’s symbolism and meaning, in order to determine how well I’d understood it. Even if I had enjoyed it, I’d find myself at a loss for words, stuttering as I desperately tried to put two thoughts together that made any sense.  Inevitably, he would scold me for lacking the depth to probe deep into the meaning of the drama. Thankfully, now that he was working on his degree, he had little time for the theater.

So with G in the lab most days and nights, Pam became my sidekick, and I, hers. And our favorite pastime was shopping. She took it to a whole new level for me, showing me her panache for retro and whimsical kitsch, and taking me to shops in little, out-of-the-way places I would never have considered. Suddenly, I was learning the in’s and out’s of antiquing. Our world revolved around the next best find, and Pam had plenty of ideas on where to search it out. I loved her sense of style, which I endeavored to make mine, too.

On this particular day, with Rick having become a distant flicker of disappointment in my heart, we boarded her red roadster and headed south on the I-5. Pam said there was plenty of shopping to be had in Portland, Oregon, and, best of all, no sales tax on clothing.  Well, having never been there before, I was excited about the prospect. This would be my therapy. My way of getting over “it,” whatever “it” was or had been. Far from the distractions of my life.

I scribbled a note for G and left it on the kitchen counter, certain he’d see it when he arrived home late that night, making a beeline for the fridge. He’d probably expect me to have left dinner prepared for him, as I often did, wrapped in saran wrap, and ready to pop in the microwave. Earlier, I had thought of preparing chili con carne, something relatively fast and easy to make, but I had run out of time and changed my mind.  It was either cooking or packing for my weekend getaway with Pam. Packing won.

Which is why, I left the note next to the empty Pyrex dish and, at the last minute, placed a can of minestrone soup in it. There. Dinner. I shuddered to think what my mother-in-law would say if she knew how I was taking care of her son.  Oh well, the soup would have to suffice.  I looked at the note, I’d written.


Pam asked me to go to Oregon with her. Back tomorrow evening.


I scribbled out “Later,” and wrote over it, “Love.” Then, locking the front door behind me, I squeezed my duffel bag into the trunk. Pam put the car in gear, and we were off in a flash.

Face it, I liked this freedom. Best of all, I got to spend it with Pam.

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46 thoughts on “The Road Taken: Girl on the Run

  1. Road trip with a girlfriend! Sounds like smashing fun! Are you going to share the details with the hungry mob of commenters – i.e. me – waiting for the adventurous rehashing of the dynamic duo?

    • I’m just thrilled you’ve found my writings, and am honored by your comments, as I’ve read your work and love your own style. The candy striper story had me in stitches with the teeth and all. So thank you so much for stopping by! 🙂

    • It’d be an honor to be compared to Thelma & Louise, but maybe T&L was based on us, since we came first, way before the movie.

      Perhaps you did meet Pam, tall and acerbic, that’d be her!

  2. Wow, Pam sounds like a bit of a bully! Nevertheless, sounds like she kicked you in the butt and got you in the red roadster and on to the I-5!
    I loved the character description here, though the Cruella reference was good enough for me. Good work!

  3. Monica, I think I would have definitely liked Pam! I love assertive, strong women! I think she’s going to add new twists and turns to this series and I can’t wait to see what trouble or not, you two land in! I’m chuckling at what G must’ve thought when he came home to a can of soup! Oh my goodness! I can only imagine the cursing that ensued that day! Good for you for being such a liberated woman! You go, girl! 🙂

  4. I smell trouble around Pam. She sounds not cruel exactly, but kind of “don’t-cross-me-or-I’ll-get-you” mean. Like you said, Intimidating. Something tells me she’s going to add a LOT to your story, though, so write away! And I can just see how your note and soup can went over with a new hubby!

  5. I’m a sucker for great “girlfriend” adventures! Can’t wait to hear more and get to know Pam through your writing.

  6. It seems like a good twist in the story to have Pam be the new partner in crime. A few days in Portland is just what this pair needs. I can almost hear G go off when he arrives home. Makes for a great scene…easy to visualize him picking up the note in one hand and the soup can in the other. Great tension!

  7. Pam is going to be a veryyy interesting addition to this story! I’m looking forward to how your friendship and your relationship with G co-mingle! Side note, was G able to fend for himself in the kitchen whilst you were away!?

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