So Im finishing up MEAL #1 of the evening, I reopen my lunchbag and... Our eyes meet, as if for the first time. Nothing is said. It seems like an eternity. The silence, deafening! And then... So this is it, huh, asks Mr. B. I sigh heavily before responding with just a nod of my head. Mr. B asks what I had to eat earlier. But it was like he could see the CARLS JR. receipt right through my shirt pocket. My futile attempt to reassure him of all the good he and others like him do for all who enjoy bananas was of no consequence. He just kept looking at me with that You dont have to do this look on his peel. I recited the prayer I learned in nursery school, and to this day I still use it. And for a brief moment, I thought he smiled. I turned Mr. B around to face the wall before I began peeling. He yelled out to do it quick. It was less painful that way, he said. Damn, we had only just met. Well, heres to fewer cramps in my right calf at 2am, that are harder than golf balls! THANK YOU MR. B
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 05:37:10 +0000
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