She stands there in her teal seafoam sleeveless party dress, all the fanciest hair clips.
Just finished her avocado sushi roll with soy sauce poured directly on top, fresh from Ballard Market.
Swiping up through hundreds of pictures of barracuda fish, some barracuda cars, and the random headshot of some white business exec man.
This is what she needs to do while listening to Barracuda, by Heart on repeat. Eternally, or until I need a break and cut it off, whichever comes first.
This is her ritual. Turn the music on by screaming at Alexa to play Barracuda and then scroll through every freaking picture of barracuda on the internet, ever.
Every so often an exclamation of “Whoa, that’s a big barracuda!” And at the completion of the song, a blasé “Alexa, play!” Without taking her eyes off the phone screen.
And just so you know, “Oooh! Look at this lion Fish! Lion fish are poisonous,” pause, “you never want to touch a lion fish.”
Back to scrolling.
