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You
wouldn't believe what I got into yesterday. I'm
getting sooo slow on the draw, but I did make it up on
the second draw getting the best of my adversary, a
woman somewhat younger that me.
There is this drive in eatery near my office, been
there
since I was a small child and I make it a point to eat
there at least once a week. Best tacos in the world,
bar
none.
This woman and I were standing at the counter placing
our orders when this barefoot little girl, maybe five
years old, pushed between us putting, I think, seven
cents on the counter, and asked for a coke.
Before I could get a breath or think, this woman said
to her, "Oh sweetie, cokes are free for those that are
shorter that the counter height today" as she tapped
her finger on her order ticket signaling the cashier
to put it on her ticket.
Now I may be slow, but I've got the big guns as I drew
mine.
"Sweetie can you read? That sign there says hamburgers
and fries are free too for that same reason, would you
like one"? as I tapped my ticket to signal my
shot.
You haven't seen a bigger smile and brighter twinkling
eyes lately as that little girl sat eating and
drinking her coke with the lady that owns the
restaurant. When she finished the owner got her an ice
cream cone.
She went skipping down the street barefooted towards
the housing addtion, I guess, where she lives.
She left a lot of smiles in the restaurant too when
the smoke from the shootout cleared and you could
see. And I didn't even know who it was I was shooting
at, still don't.
Mark Crider, existential philosopher, raconteur and
dean of dirty words. |
