Yesterday I went to dinner to celebrate my mom-of-three friend being awarded her Masters.
It was awesome.
I hit the sweet tea a little hard.
I went to the bathroom as we left the restaurant. As we got in the car for our hour-and-a-half drive, I turned to my husband and said, “There isn’t a chance in hell we make it home without having to stop at a store for me to pee.”
And so it was, 40 minutes later, that we pulled in to a gas station to let me pee.
My hubby asked that I get him a water.
“You got cash for me?”
He opens his wallet and flips playfully through the dollars.
“I’m going to pee on myself. You’re about to get your own water!”
He quickly hands me the $5 he flipped past three times.
I run, slightly bent over, to the bathroom.
(None of that is pertinent to this story, really. Aside from the fact that this is how I ended up at this store alone last night. But you’re welcome, none-the-less.)
I finish up in the bathroom. Grab the water. And as I make my way to the cashier, Mariah Carey, All I Want For Christmas Is You, comes on over the speakers in the store.
I immediately start singing and dancing (full out).
Me to cashier as I dance: “Oh my God! Are you hearing this? Lets dance.”
Cashier: “Uh, no”
Me, still dancing: “No, no. No one’s watching. Join me!”
Cashier: “Uh, no.”
Me, still dancing: “Are you kidding me? Do you hear this song?!”
Cashier: “Yes. I hear this song every 30mins. $1.89.”
Me, still dancing as I hand her my five: “Oh, is it playing in a loop?”
Cashier: “Yes. Your change.”
Me, still dancing: “Well, if you’re gonna’ have to hear a song over and over, let it be this one, right!?”
Cashier: “No. I hate this song.”
I dance out to the parking lot. Get in the car. And say, “that cashier ate Christmas.”
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.