Apr 7,
2014
My instead: I managed to make my friend Kelly go from basically bored and then amazingly
angry to bursting with laughter.
My
friend Kelly and I had every intention of going to the “party” in downtown St.
Louis celebrating the Cardinal’s home opener. It would be my “first” for the
day! However, she called at midday and said she was going to be late because of
a last minute schedule change. We decided that we would just go to the
neighborhood bar and grill, watch the last half of the game and get a bite to
eat. Yeah! The Cardinals beat the Reds, 5 – 3. They won the game right as we
were paying our bill.
With
both of us in need of laundry detergent, I suggested that we go to Wal-Mart
afterwards. When we left the pub, Kelly just seemed out of it. I even asked her
point blank if she had ANYTHING to look forward to. She quickly said no and was
not joking. I wanted to pursue the subject and play therapist, but she was NOT
having it. The rest of the way to the store was unusually quiet.
The
photo department had some pictures ready for me to pick up, so I headed there.
Kelly was going to check out some discounted movies. Once I got my photos, I
joined her at the $4.88 movie shelves. When we were done with that adventure,
we were going to head over to the detergent aisle. I had this idea to sit down on a
bench in the department just to do something different, to connect, to beat the
humdrums of a Monday night. Something! Again, she was NOT having it. I sat down
and said I wasn’t leaving until we could sit a bit and see what happens. She
left.
There I
was sitting on the bench in Wal-Mart’s photo department. I looked around at the
different photo offerings, examined again my picture purchase, and messed with
my phone a bit until it rang. It was Kelly. She told me to get my butt over to
the detergent aisle. No! I told her I had a “box of chocolates”, trying to lure
her over with my Forest Gump routine sitting on that bench. She still insisted
that I go to her. No! She finally relented and appeared before me with detergent
in hand telling me that she was not one of my grandchildren. She was pissed! And
she let me know it. I was NOT giving up. I kept making fun of her and her stubbornness.
Before long she started laughing, then I was laughing, then we both were
laughing until our stomachs ached.
We did
it! Instead of enduring another monotonous Monday, we broke away…on a bench at
Wal-Mart.
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