One lunch trip.
There is nothing like lunch with a friend to add fun to your life.
And then there was this:
We are walking out of a little hometown pizza place that’s been in business since I was in high school. My friend carries, in her hands, a container with one piece of her pineapple and ham personal-sized pizza and a drink that contained no aspartame, since her daughter had told her to cut out the aspartame, and she’s already had one diet coke. My friend’s purse is on her shoulder. I'm shouldering my bag and carrying my drink. That’s where I went wrong. I had one empty hand.
“Oh!” she says.
I look at my friend. “What?”
“Do you have a free hand?”
And then there was this:
We are walking out of a little hometown pizza place that’s been in business since I was in high school. My friend carries, in her hands, a container with one piece of her pineapple and ham personal-sized pizza and a drink that contained no aspartame, since her daughter had told her to cut out the aspartame, and she’s already had one diet coke. My friend’s purse is on her shoulder. I'm shouldering my bag and carrying my drink. That’s where I went wrong. I had one empty hand.
“Oh!” she says.
I look at my friend. “What?”
“Do you have a free hand?”
“Yes,” I say before finding out why.
She stops
walking. “Would you get that off me. My hands are full.” She nods at a grasshopper sitting near the edge of her three-quarter sleeved sweater (and what appears to be cashmere).
What if it jumps in my face? What if it crawls on my hand? I don’t like insects except butterflies. However, the grasshopper could spit on her sweater.
I wave my hand
over the insect in magic-trick style, but it doesn't disappear.
“Oh! It’s still
there,” she says the obvious.
Not wanting to sacrifice our friendship over a little grasshopper spit, I nudged its side, and it flies away.
Friendship saved.
Friendship saved.
Then there was this on the way back to work.
I pass a carwash. In one stall is a man hand washing his car, dressed in swimming trunks and a white business shirt. No tie.
I just kept on driving.
I pass a carwash. In one stall is a man hand washing his car, dressed in swimming trunks and a white business shirt. No tie.
I just kept on driving.
People are weird. And sometimes wonderful.
ReplyDeleteLove that you managed to step up to shooing away the hopper.
Mostly weird. haha
DeleteSounds like the grasshopper really liked your friend's sweater too. Okay the guy washing this car....words fail me but I have to ask, did he have on shoes and socks?
ReplyDeleteI may have blacked out because I don't remember if he had shoes on at all. :)
DeleteYou were a hero!
ReplyDeleteAnd...wow. Lots of characters out there to write about!
I will be no hero saving people from bugs. Very chicken.
DeleteI would have offered to hold what was in her hand and SHE could get rid of the grasshopper. Or as they say here in New England, grasshoppah. lol Those things freak me out. But the guy at the carwash.....I'm hoping it wasn't a speedo because if so, please pass the eye bleach. lol
ReplyDeleteIt was not a speedo, and I'm so glad. My eyes burned as it was.
Deletehaha a little whack is all it takes. Hmm, glad I never saw the later.
ReplyDeleteConsider yourself fortunate to not see that display.
DeleteHi Theresa - don't read my latest post! But that chap in the car wash - definitely glad I'm not married to him!! Wonder if he knows what the family think .... and yes what a great thought ... make a point of videoing him next time - and then YouTubing it?!
ReplyDeleteI suppose you could have held your friend's cup and then she could have got rid of her lodger?!
Fun read .. cheers Hilary
I never think of YouTube or even taking a photo. I see a lot of crazy things in my little town, but never think to document them with photos.
DeleteThe dude in swim trunks was a laugh out loud moment! Things you never thought you'd see...
ReplyDeleteI did not laugh until later. I think i was in shock at the time.
DeleteIt makes you wonder what prompted that man to wash his car looking like that. :-)
ReplyDeleteI wish I knew. Or maybe not. :)
DeleteThe car wash guy deserves a story!!
ReplyDeleteHope you and the grasshopper were all okay :)
Grasshoppers and I are never okay. The guy was a story in himself. One I hope he keeps to himself. :)
DeleteMaybe the guy washing his car was also taking a bath. He was multi-tasking and saving a dew dollars.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of that. As I remember, during my shocked out moment, his car was nice, his shirt was nice, his swim trunks were blue and nice. So I'm not sure about the wardrobe choice.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in high school, one fall I got obsessed with grasshoppers. They were everywhere and came in nice sizes. I began catching them and keeping them. I don't know if I fancied myself as a keeper in a grasshopper zoo or what, but I would spend lengths of time just watching them and studying the amazing structure of their bodies. It was another instance of reaffirmation of the amazingness of God's creation.
ReplyDeleteThe guy washing his car with the bathing trunks sounds so California. He must be a transplant from out here.
Arlee Bird
A to Z Challenge Co-host
Tossing It Out
I'm not a fan of grasshoppers, but they have their purpose, right?
DeleteAhh, one of those CA transplants. That explains it. :)
Fun story, ending with a touch of randomness. Life is grand. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun post to read. One of those days, right? And you've described in in a way that has me regarding grasshopper spit right alongside you.
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