David Emami had a favorite 1950s diner that he liked going to because it was close, it was cheap, and it had some lovely antiques that he dreamed of someday owning. David sat in his usual spot in the corner, and the waitress brought him what he always ordered: a salisbury steak with mushrooms on the side. Everything was going well as it always did at the restaurant until something extraordinary happened.
David ate his food, then looked up as a woman with firetruck red hair sat in the booth next to him. She was with 2 other women and was dressed eccentrically. David readjusted his glasses and watched her closely: it was none other than Cyndi Lauper, one of David’s idols.
David nearly choked on his salisbury steak when he realized he was sitting only 10 feet from the greatest voice of the 1980s. “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” was a song that David regularly played on his record player while dancing with his cats, Fred and Barbra Streisand.
David just couldn’t finish his food. He felt like God was sitting next to him. He nervously watched her in the corner of his eye, and after paying his check, decided to approach her as meekly as he could. Soon, he stood over her and said, “Are you Cyndi Lauper?” It was a dumb question that David immediately regretted.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied as she smiled. “And what’s your name?”
“David. David Emami. I think your voice is divine. You sound like an angel and you are absolutely stunning. I can’t believe I’m standing here meeting you.”
She giggled. “That’s very sweet of you. Thank you for your support.”
David pulled out a napkin, which was the only thing he had for her to sign. “I’m sorry to bother you, but could you sign this for me?”
“Of course!” She pulled out a pen and signed a note for David while he anxiously waited. She handed it to him and said, “You have a wonderful day!”
“Oh, I will,” said David. “Thank you so much!”
David walked out of the diner clenching the note in his hands. He read it aloud: “David, Girl just wanna have fun!” She then signed her name, followed by a big heart. He felt as if he were holding the Holy Grail in his hands.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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