Opportunity

So, maybe you didn’t recognize opportunity because opportunity came in the form of a 43-year-old grass widow form California who moved in down the street. You winced at the sight of her suicide-blonde hair and neon yellow tube-top. Her teenage son smoked unfiltered cigarettes while sitting on the front stoop and flicked his butts onto the street. On Saturdays, opportunity washed her SUV on the street while wearing short-shorts. The kid’s cigarette butts trickled down the curb to your drive. Using your garden hose, you sprayed them away. And, actually, when you think back, opportunity had a pretty nice ass.

--Mitchell Hegman