- Monday, January 28, 2008
Mother, May I?
These small, seemingly harmless candies were mentioned in a post on royally speaking. It reminded me of something from my childhood. (I had to guess, I would guess that I was four.)I had accompanied my mother on a trip to the grocery store, which was walking distance and located around the corner from our home. She purchased a few items (most likely milk and other items that people tend to run out of between big shopping trips.)
While my mother was placing the items on the counter in order for the grocer to enter them into the cash register, the man behind the counter (I guess he was the owner) handed me an individually-wrapped orange slice candy. I smiled at him, but said nothing. I looked at my mom, who was busy sorting her grocery items and tried, without success, to show her the candy.
After my mom paid for the groceries, we headed home.
She had the bag of groceries in one arm, and held my hand with the other. My other hand held the orange slice, which remained unopened. We approached our house, walked under the carport to the side-entrance. As she was unlocking the door, she noticed the candy in my hand.
Addressing me by my full-name --that always means trouble as most of you know-- she said, "What is that you are holding?"
I looked at her and replied, "A candy."
"Well, where did you get it?" she asked. Her voice had taken on an edgy tone, which I associated with getting into a LOT of trouble.
"From the store", I answered, quietly. (Well it was the truth, after all.) I was afraid to tell her about the store owner handing it to me, because to me, he was a stranger, and I knew better than to take candy from a stranger.
She opened the door, and put the milk (and whatever else she had purchased) away. She then took me by the hand and marched me (and the candy) back to the small grocery store, scolding me as we walked (very quickly) the entire two blocks. Along the way, she informed me that I was "VERY BAD." She accused me of being a thief, explaining in detail how God and Mary, and Jesus were all very disappointed in my actions. She talked about sin and hell. She told me what I was going to say to the owner once we got back to the store.
As we walked in, my eyes began to spill over with tears. The man approached us and my mother, gently pushing me towards the man, said, "Well? What do you say?"
I held the candy out to the man and said, "I took this, and I am sowwy."
I don't remember if he ever explained to my mother that he had given me the candy and it was not stolen, and I do not remember my mother apologizing to me if he had mentioned that it was a gift.
pero @ 10:30 PM | œ | 0 comments
February Writing Challenge, Week II
When Cody proposed this FebNoWriMo, I had assumed he was naming it that intentionally -- (if you don't know what I am referring to see the comments on the previous post). I've been reading 90% true for some time now and I've always considered Cody to be an exceptional writer. So it never occured to me that dubbing the challenge FebNoWriMo was anything but creativity on his part.I have been pondering various writing topics and while I have had many ideas, I have not dedicated any time to actually posting any of them. Some of the topics include this guy I work with - whom annoys me in many ways.
Most recently, he came into work half an hour late. There was an accident on the freeway, which snarled traffic for at least two hours. He waltzed into work and announced that he had driven the entire way on the shoulder of the freeway.
I looked at him and let him know that people like him are the reasons there are accidents and delays in the first place. Because people have to let assholes like him in once he gets to the front of the line. I also told him that I intentionally move over so people like him are blocked and cannot get past.
Later in the week, I saw a McDonald's cup sitting on the ground next to his car. I asked him if it was his and he said yes.
"GO PICK IT UP" I said. and he would not. So I walked out to get it, brought it in and set it on his desk, right in the middle of his paper work.
Moron.
- 277 words in this post...
Labels: FebNoWriMo, idiots, personal
pero @ 9:44 PM | œ | 0 comments
News On the Home Front
They came in from the cold. I have had not two, not three, but four episodes of them. They keep finding new ways in, and I keep killing them. There have been numerous casualties; yet they keep coming. 
There will be no occupation. 
This is a reccuring problem. Last January they invaded my pantry. This year they tried to infiltrate the perimeter of the bathroom; and attempted to enter through the laundry room dryer venting system. Keep coming if you must. I will just keep killing you.
pero @ 11:15 PM | œ | 0 comments
Mini Dump
I feel like I need to clear my head. Not that it is cluttered with anything, at least not anything important; it's just that today, I have not been able to focus on any one thing for a period of time. It isn't quite as bad as that woman on the commercial, the one that is now convincing a large number of adults in our country that they too can have ADD. (bwhahaahah - um whatever). It is more along the lines of feeling bored with most of the thoughts that are in my head.
Here is a run down of some of the random but nagging thoughts currently playing:
I should go running. I should work out more often than I do. I should read more. I should write more. I should really seed the yard this year. I think the month for that is April, but I'm not sure. I should go look that up. The phone hasn't rang ONCE today, that is weird. I didn't take anything out of the freezer for dinner. I guess I'll make chicken. I am pretty tired of chicken. Last night I had strange dreams but I cannot remember what happened.
I feel better now.
Labels: personal
pero @ 3:06 PM | œ | 0 comments
