Parking was abysmal at school yesterday. The early hour combined with the heaps of snow plowed snow meant even fewer spaces available than usual. I girded my ample loins for the trek and vowed not to sob or melt down because of the pain. When, out of the blue, a voice: "Please let me be of some help?" And a sunburned round little man in a snazzy yellow sports car actually DROVE me the rest of the way to the entrance. I joked: "Now is when I find out you are some deranged psycho killer, right?" as I was squeezing my aching leg onto his floor mat. "Yeah, and you start stabbing me in the neck." was his quicker than quick response. We had a nice chat about health insurance and his mom and he helped me up the slippery steps. I shook his hand and thanked him most sincerely.
Meeting cancelled.
At the exit were four lovely young smokers on break. Without thinking I asked, "How would one of you like to earn a sure fire spot in Crippled Old Lady Heaven?" The gangliest and cutest one said, "MEmeme!" as if he had won a prize. Without thinking I tossed him my keys, described Ancient Vehicle and he sprinted off . The other three helped me hobble down the curb cut. We laughed about the joys of smoking and the perils of icy sidewalks. I told them all they were worth a gozillion dollars and had earned A's that day.
Apparently there has been a lot of Flying Monkey speculation about my future lately. More discussions that I hear about third hand. How is she gonna...Who does she think will do...Who's gonna hold the door for her when...Who's she gonna get to do her...? Stuff like that. Mean spirited stuff. And so, for the gutless who peruse this blog and report in to one another; here is at least one of my strategies:
Meeting cancelled.
At the exit were four lovely young smokers on break. Without thinking I asked, "How would one of you like to earn a sure fire spot in Crippled Old Lady Heaven?" The gangliest and cutest one said, "MEmeme!" as if he had won a prize. Without thinking I tossed him my keys, described Ancient Vehicle and he sprinted off . The other three helped me hobble down the curb cut. We laughed about the joys of smoking and the perils of icy sidewalks. I told them all they were worth a gozillion dollars and had earned A's that day.
Apparently there has been a lot of Flying Monkey speculation about my future lately. More discussions that I hear about third hand. How is she gonna...Who does she think will do...Who's gonna hold the door for her when...Who's she gonna get to do her...? Stuff like that. Mean spirited stuff. And so, for the gutless who peruse this blog and report in to one another; here is at least one of my strategies:
Like the Beautiful Southern Belles portrayed by the magnificent Ms. Leigh, I will rely on the kindness of strangers. I admit I can't recall if it was Scarlett or Blanche who actually says the line paraphrased above and it doesn't really matter. I'm not even going to google search. What I know is many strangers are kinder than members of my extended family. Thus far strangers have never been cruel. The Vivien Effect looks like a good bet.
Does that answer your question? Didn't think so.
Very well written,mom. And I agree,many strangers ARE far kinder than your/my extended family. This is my opinion. Go mommy.
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