Even though it is still 100+ degrees outside, summer is offically over at this house. We took the girls back to their Momma today. They were excited. Which is good (if they weren't excited to see their mother we would be worried). As Booger put it, "When I'm with ya'll I miss her. When I'm with her I miss you."
It was the unfairness of that in her life, her next statement of "but I guess that's how it's supposed to be," and the good memories of this summer that led to my mishap.
J and I had stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home. He had gone back to the truck while I finished my shopping. Had he been there I'm sure he would have saved me. If you have known me for 5 seconds then you know that I don't like shopping. And I don't like Wal-Mart. But they do have everything. To survive in the store I often escape into my own little world in my head. Today I was daydreaming about the summer, and what Booger had said and such. (At least that is my excuse.)
I checked out and decided to hit the bathrooms before I left. I wandered into the stall, did my business and got up to leave. The person next to me exited their stall just before me. I noticed he had broad shoulders, a bald head and many tatoos. And he was a man. And there were urinals on the wall.
"Oh shit! Am I in the wrong one?" I asked as he turned around and smiled at me.
"Yep. Looks that way." Pause. "Nice to meet you."
We all have these airhead moments, right?
Uh, sorry kiddo, we don't all have moments like that one....you're on your own!
Posted by: christie | August 06, 2006 at 07:06 AM
Nope... I have never actually gone in and used a men's bathroom (unless on purpose because some woman was camping out on the only female toilet at a rest stop or something). I have always quickly noticed the large wall of urinals if I got as far as opening the door.
Also, Booger has it about as good as it gets for a kid of divorced parents... you all get along well, everybody loves her, she has steps that she loves, and you are all at least in the same state, where she can see both sets regularly. She'll be just fine.
I hate Wal-Mart too. Avoid it if at all possible. I'd rather pay more at Target than go to Wal-Mart, where the battle begins in the parking lot. It's like one giant,air-conditioned garage sale.
Posted by: Steff | August 06, 2006 at 07:58 AM
Notice that both Steff and I posted before 8 a.m....can you tell who has small (and notibly noisy) young children in their homes? (dude, remember weekends in PA school when we didn't call eachother before noon for fear of waking someone up..::SIGH::)
And Steff is right, if you gotta have steps, she's apparently got the best steps in the world. It's nice that you and J are supporting her other family rather then refer to them as the "bitch" or "crackhead whore" as so many other ex's do.
Posted by: christie | August 06, 2006 at 11:32 AM