I caught up with my lil (big) girl at her job in the grocery store. I did my lil bit of shopping and went through her line so I could give her her birthday present. She said , "...guess who went away, today?" My gut clenched, I knew I was supposed to know...was the uncle in Arizona's wedding already on? I thought it was in July.."Jon." she said to my puzzled expression. I made the ****ing air sound that you do, when you hit your knee on something cornery. I knew she'd be in pain on that day, when her ex-bf/best friend would be moving over 1,000 miles south. Seventeen was already proving to be a hard year. "I sat there until the moving van left." I imagined her right then, sitting on the curb, waving til the truck was out of sight, alone. "I had to walk to work from there in the rain." A long walk, and at least i got to wait for the storm to stop before i went out , to walk to where she was.Ugh. I started to say how sorry I was, that I knew she was hurting...and she told me this: "He was acting the way he always acts though.." "So, maybe it wasn't so hard...?" I asked, knowing how he always acts, which is spoiled , possessed, paranoid ,delusional including the grandeur, this boy diagnosed as bi-polar. "Yeah"...she said, with a tired voice, like she needed and got a break from someone that she ached to help and couldn't.

"I may go visit him in August." She said. The thought of FL in August made my mind sweat.Ew. "How?" I said. "Well, I'd have to take a plane..?" she said, as I was evidently looking at her like she was going to walk. "Well, who's taking you?" I asked forgetting that I had indeed come there, bearing presents for a seventeen year old woman-girl. "Me? I can do it." "What?" I was incredulous, seeing her, in my head, alone at a distant airport,would they pick her up.. would they be on time...yadda yadda....

"I wish it would slow down in here..." she said looking at the influx of customers, in the store and in her line imparticularly. "Me too. Do you need a break, I could pass out, or break your debit card machine." I offer in my diligently helpful way. "That'd be great!!..but not...really.." she shakes her head, amused. I quickly hand her the bag I have, a pretty blue birthday bag that says happy down the side of it. She shoves it down by her feet and says "I'd look in it, but y'know..." and she blushes a little looking at the other customers. "I know" I tell her. "Just enjoy it later." I say happy birthday, and she gives me a deep, authentic wonderful smile. She says thank you with an adorably wrinkled nose. I tell her I love her and point to the Dunkin donuts in the parking lot. She nods and knows where I'm off to. I wish for the world I could bring her with me. I gather my backpack, about 40 lbs heavy with groceries and walk out into the storm fresh sunshine.

At the Dunkin donuts, there is a woman at the counter with a small boy, maybe 5 yrs old. By the drive-up window, two Dunkin workers, two young boys, that look fifteen themselves are hovering, attempting to do something, albeit anything correctly. The little boy looks up at me as I approach, points to my hat and says "Red Sox". I nod at him. I smile. The mother mutters something about the lack of service under her breath.The little boy turns into a Vesuvius of imitation complaint, begins to jump up and down and pound on the counter..."MUNCHKINSSSS!!!NOWWWW!!!!" he screams over and over. The two busy boys are still busy at the window.The lil rocket child screams over and over until I want to punch him in his cuteness. He calms down, not that the mother even tries to silence him, as if her baby is not more than a donut-getting attention bomb, just as another woman, in a slightly Maud-ish outfit runs in, dollar bills wadded in her palm.She looks over her glasses and its the cue for the first womans anguish to unleash itself, this new woman MIGHT get service before her, or... by complaint, sniffing this new woman out, to be an ally....screams, "Do we have to be in a car to get ANY service? It's been ten minutes!!"

Ten whole minutes. I shiver. Now, being diabetic, I could understand where ten minutes waiting for pastry might be harrowing, but she was not flashing any medical bracelets in the air.'TEN MINUUUUTESSSSS" the loud little boy apes his mother.Yay. Way to teach.

The new Maudish woman, unencumbered by a child, runs to the end of the donut shop, to yell RIGHT AT the busy workers."DO we need to be in a **** carrrrr?She asked youu???" Wow. I fold up my glasses and put them in my backpack to have something to do right then. One of the boys follows her back to the counter apologizing that it's his first day. She's not up for excuses. "I have an office to get back to, and I imagined this would be fast!" She jumps in front of me, even though I was right behind the lady with the noisy spawn at her feet."MUNCHKINSSSSSSSSSS!!" The child yells at first-day boy. First day boy begins handing out free munchkins with a madness.The appeased child runs to a far booth and begins swallowing them whole. "Yeah don't....mmm ...choke or anything" I think to myself. The first woman complains again, the second backs her up.They're both toting free munchkins, when second woman realizes that I'm even there and that's she cut in her deliberate time conserving efficiency , and says nothing. She looks at the floor, whilst they hand her her small coffee. I have picked up the last newspaper in the rack by now, but am not reading it as I have just stowed my glasses in my pack. I'm not worried that anyone was paying attention to me of all creatures whilst there were insolent boy-workers to stare at or glucose to be screamed for, so my clever distracted ruse held water. Then I realize the world had grown much too quiet, customers one thru three are for the moment sated, and mucnhing, and boy-worker is staring at me, waiting for my issues to batter him next with my order. I put the paper down, and say..." Since we're all telling you our stories cause they're so very important to the energy in the ether, I'm not in a hurry, don't give a **** and I'd like to apologize for my two customery counterparts who need to find some roses to smell pronto" and hooked two thumbs over my shoulders in the general direction of the munching sounds. He smilled big. Happy first day, I told him, as I re-shouldered my pack, gathered up my small coffee and braving the cold stares, left. Moral to this story? Those who eat munchkins are sometimes soul cannibals.

*no actual munchkins were insulted nor harmed during the telling of this story, for those who were concerned.

rofl ...i love that life's always an adventure with you.
i'm starting to think it's an American thing. My friend Justin's been entertaining me with stories of running over Asian boys as they travelled the wrong way round a roundabout, or how he hallucinated transparent lobsters after a caffeine overdose.. and then i come here and read about Munchkins!

Anyway.

Thanks for making us smile.

i wish you got to see Jenny for longer.

Transparent lo...b..sters? *looks at my cup of coffee* We have a mission!!

Yeah, I do think it's American. those of us who were not original cowboys, need to go out and face the dragon everyday. I did NOT make that term up!!

Thanks for reading.Pls say hi to Justin! I too, wish i had more jenny time. Thank you.

rofl, please don't take that mission too seriously.. he wound up in hospital having a panic attack because said lobsters were "attacking" him!

Glad that was face the dragon rather than chase the dragon :P

I suppose it's awfully hard to convince anyone that invisible lobstaers are after you. You make me type the strangest things sometimes roflmao.

No, not chase, I don't think I could keep up with myself, thank goodness.

Omg lmao...I heart you two

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Originally posted by pen dragon:
I suppose it's awfully hard to convince anyone that invisible lobstaers are after you. You make me type the strangest things sometimes roflmao.

Liiiiike you need any encouragement there!!

lol *loves Syd*

Applehead!!!

I too, <333 the Sydness.

"C'mon get up get up get down with the Sydness..."

Hahahaha had to.

Rotf..Check ur levels...Pronto hehe :P

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! You know me tooooo well, thar, lady!!

(thank you!)