I actually stayed in the mall for a brief time after my stint at the fruit stand. Why? To get the first official, serious holiday present. Yes I did.
Then I stopped at my local eating place in Nassau. It’s the sort of place where once they know you, everyone knows you. The owner says “you made it through another Black Friday!” Oh dear. That’s way too many Black Fridays.
They were having the no-customer portion of Black Friday, the part where everyone goes home and pretends to like each other before deciding to go out drinking or visiting or movies etc. I got served my dinner pretty quickly, enjoyed it greatly, left a generous tip for the young guy who served me and then I toodled on home.
I cleared off my ironing board in prep for ironing all those little seams open. I am not sure I have it in me to actually start that tonight, but I am ready for it space-wise.
Oh wait, before I forget, a cat story. Last night I knew I should eat something before work because on Black Friday you never know when you’ll get a break or food etc. So I actually set up the coffee to make coffee this AM and I put some of my pumpkin mush in the microwave to heat. I sat down with fresh hot coffee and warm, tasty mush. Mmmmm.
Something flashed in front of me and BLAM! I was covered with pumpkin mush. From what I could figure out, a cat went dashing by, somehow leveraging the spoon out of the bowl of mush and flinging it at me. Honest to goodness could not tell you what cat, although I don’t think it was Molly.
Anyway, there I sat covered with mush. my glasses – covered. My shirt dripping. Blotches of lovely pumpkin mush all over my jeans. My computer glasses were hanging from the neck of my work shirt and both lenses were covered with warm mush.
I guess the good news was that I didn’t have it all in my hair. (at least no one said anything if I did LOL) and that I had new clothes to change into. And that’s what I did, all the while shaking my head about the very very helpful cats.
That very busy cat. Molly had better behave or you could threaten to send her here. Some punishment that would be. I can see Dad loving her every minute.
You are such a good storyteller…I remember the story of “The Toddler, the nickel,and the chocolate cake!”