69 chopsticks!

Last week when I was out on a run in Dallas, I brought my small Fuji camera with me tucked inside my sleeve, in hopes that I might run into good photo op along the way.  Towards the end of my run, I came across a few road workers who looked interesting, and I contemplated stopping for a shot as I ran past.  "I can get them on my way back"  I told myself, cooking up some nerve to ask them while I rounded the corner and ran to the edge of the housing complex.  On my way back, I saw them once again but I was paralyzed with fear.  I made a deal with myself, "Say 'yes' right now out loud, and I HAVE to stop and ask."  I agreed to myself, but as I came closer, I felt a cat tugging hard at my tongue, and all of the sudden I was gliding past them, almost in slow motion, watching my photo op dissipate in the humid, Texas air. 

'What does this have to do with the lady and the noodles, Shelly?'  Oh yeah, right.  Well, Bridget and I went out for Pho this evening and got so wrapped up in conversation that I almost forgot about my portrait of the day.  She looked up and saw this little old lady setting the tables and said, "Shells, get her for your portrait!"  I shook my head, "Aww, she's adorable, but that would be wierd, right?  I mean, she'll think I'm a nut just walking up to her and asking her for a photo..."  Bridget looked at me with a stare that screamed at me for caring what others would think.  "I'll go to the restroom, and on my way back I'll pass by her...maybe I'll ask."  I felt my Dallas run coming back to me now, and I didn't want to walk away defeated again.  Knowing that if i said "yes" out loud, I would have to get some cojones, I took a deep breath and uttered the word there in the stark bathroom stall.  "Yes."  There, it was done.  There was no turning back.  I came out with my camera around my shoulder, I adjusted the settings to what I thought would be correct for the light, and I walked with purpose.  After stopping to cringe at Bridget for a moment, I turned and walked around the partition, said hello to the little old lady, smiled, and asked if I could take her picture.  She was very shy, but smiled back and touched her hair as if to primp for me.  I asked her to pick up some chopsticks, so she grabbed two.. I said, smiling big, "No, no!  The whole bunch!"  She smiled even bigger and took a huge handful, looked at me, and gave me her best pose.  When I showed it to her, she giggled and blushed, and in her broken English said "thank ayou, ahthank ayou!"  With the fuzziest of hearts, I waived goodbye and wrapped my arm around Bridget as we walked away, and said to her, "Thank you...thank you..."