Currently, I'm eating some lasagna and bitty garlic breads while pondering my day.
Earlier today after venturing into the Voldemarts to get some groceries (honestly, it was closer than traipsing across town to go to Aldi's - where we normally grocery get) my teen tried talking me into going to McDonald's. Now, lessee, it was lunchtime (a little after Noon) and the line for the drive through was EPIC - or so I spied across the way - and there was no way I was going to spend more time in public (repeat after me PUBLICK PUUUUUUBLICK) than strictly necessary.
I love people and loathe them in equal measure. I believe that a lot of people are inherently good and I love 'em for it. On the flip side there are some very simple folks that drive me looney tunes (and not the fun daffy duck kind if you pick up what I'm putting down).
So, a quandry.
The boy - THE TEEN, Heather, THE TEEN - offered to buy lunch.
I offered Wendy's as a compromise.
We rolled on over there after Jude's nineteenth request for chicken nuggets and put in our order. Driving up to the pay window, we were greeted by DeShawn who told us our total. I held out my hand waiting for Arik to pony up the dough and laughing told our young cashier that I was making the boy pay.
Laughing as he took the twenty, DeShawn looked at Arik, "It's all good. It comes back around, man."
I busted out laughing, took the change, and told young DeShawn to have a good day.
Arik had no idea what DeShawn was talking about and I tried to explain to him in a roundabout way that being good to your mom has a way of being paid back ten-fold. Moms just roll that way.
It made me smile long after I drove away and quite some time after that junior bacon cheeseburger was long tone too.
Good things really do have a way of coming back around. Maybe not the way we think they should, but they still do.
It's like finding a friendly face in the middle of the plumbing aisle at Lowe's last night. A really nice older gentleman took me around to find the hoses I was looking for that we needed for the washer. And then also, chatted along with me as we walked over to the dryer vent pipes. I told him that I would've been lost for quite some time without his help and thanks so much. He quipped that they usually try to shoo everyone out before nine. Again, I laughed.
It really is the best medicine for all that ails you.
Oh I'm all for sad music and Steel Magnolias when life hands you a sack of shit for a day, but sometimes there's just something about sharing a laugh with a stranger.
In both of those situations, I was flustered (today, after chasing Jude around the bulk of wal-mart with the chant of MOMMA LOOK MOMMA LOOK MOMMA LOOK ringing in my ears; yesterday, trying to walk through the plumbing aisle without a penis is intimidating as eff) and a little short on patience.
And along came a laugh just when I needed one.
So, today, smile at someone in the grocery aisle. Joke around with your cashier. Tell someone that the yarn they're picking out is beautiful.
Take two seconds and make someone else's day.
I'd like to thank DeShawn for making mine.
Bless your heart, kid.