Wow! October is over?! This is my regular feature at the end of the month, but it got pushed back a day for Thursday’s “It’s The Little Things.” I hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloween!
Well, I overheard so many things this month. I could not include most of them. I think the closer we get to the holidays, the crazier people become. Just last night, I overheard something that made me simultaneously blush, feel like a prude, and have to have a conversation about respecting oneself and what text messaging should be used for with my children (after they overheard, too). But let’s leave that behind and listen in on some funny conversations this month, instead:
I realize this is a conversation I had, but it was too cute not to share. And it made me smile:
My two year old nephew came over to visit. He had a bag of gold fish. This is like crack to my dog. I warned him that Murphy was going to try to steal them.
He looked thoughtful and then he said, “Okay. I’ll keep them safe… In my mouth.”
I was leaving Nordstrom rack, and right outside the sliding doors, a man was standing there. For some reason he had his phone on speaker. I do not know why he thought this was a good idea.
Screeching from the phone was a woman’s voice. “You’re a bachelor! You live alone! You work from home! Tell me why you can’t do this?”
The man replied, “No. No. No. It’s not a problem. I can do it.”
Then he paced back and forth waiting for the next bite to come.
I wandered to my car and wondered what it was that he was going to do that would require those three conditions. I had many ideas. Do you?
At the park, a cute chubby little boy of about five years old:
“Grandma! Grandma! Watch me!
I’m sorry I’m growing too much. I can reach the roof of this.
Look! I’m not even standing on my piggy toes!”
I went in to grab a bottle of water at the gas station. I was wearing my Anthropologie Toadstool blouse. The employee looked at me.
He said in a daze, “That is the coolest shirt. I really like it.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you! I collect gnomes. I had to have it.”
He smiled in return and said, ” OOOHHHH. I was going in the other direction with that.”
I knew what he meant and laughed and said, “yea, well, I guess it could mean that too.”
He looked lost in a moment as if remembering the last time he had partook of my “magical” shirt of memories. Then he said, “Just don’t wear that shirt in Oregon!”
I smiled and walked away. So what do you think he meant by that? My husband is from Oregon and he has no clue.
We were at a play at a farm. It was almost ten o’clock on a very long night. I rounded the corner outside. I knew what I would see. There had been the same man lounging in a chair drinking beer all night.
Well, I did find him. But he had visitors. Standing over him was a mother and her little boy of about four years old. I took a guess that they were old family friends.
I heard the man say to the little boy, “Do you know who I am?”
The little boy did not pause with his answer. I (and the mother) did not pause in our sharp intake of breath at his reply.
“Yes.” He said quite loudly and very clearly. “You’re a loser.”
The mother quickly bent down and admonished her child.
I took that as my key to leave. It was a long night… For everyone.
Have you heard anything good this month? Please share!
