Sunday, October 4, 2009

Conversations with someone else's family.

I was at the grocery store today. I noticed a woman in the line next to mine, conversing with her 8-year-old son.

Mom: You can pick one candy bar. Choose one and c'mon.

Son: Umm ...

Mom: Choose one and c'mon.

Son: (indecisive)

Mom: C'mon!

At this point, I thought mama was a bit on the impatient side. Then, I glanced down at her groceries.

Mama was buying two items: a can of Raid and a box of Midol.

My judgment? Vanished. Kid, hurry your sorry-ass self up. Your mama is so kind, buying you a candy bar. You don't even know.

5 comments:

mel said...

Right on, sister! hahaha.

Magic27 said...

OK, so Raid is like here in France, I guess - to fend off some kind of unspeakable creepy-crawly - but I'm sorry, total European ignorance: what's Midol for?

Iron Needles said...

Kid doesn't even know how lucky he is.

~annie said...

This is brilliant! If he's lucky, that boy will one day have a wife and a few teenage daughters. THEN he'll know how kind his dear mother was.

Anonymous said...

Kind indeed.