It’s been a rainy spring in Austin, and the weather has been unusually mild. We barely had to run AC this year, but it also means that the pool in the back yard is too cold to swim. I love swimming. All through my childhood I was part of a swimming youth team, so I’ve been making circles around the pool and gazing longingly at it. There may have been some sad sighing, too. It’s hard to swim when you get pelted with hail.
Yesterday it finally cleared up enough and I got into the pool and swam around. Then, having gotten it out of my system, I settled down to play computer games. I didn’t brush my hair. I worked hard for most of the day and the week was busy, so I was in revolt and enjoying being in off mode. I played for about an hour before it dawned on me that Kid 2 was still in the house. Friday was H’s birthday. H is Kid 2’s boyfriend and they were supposed to go on a date. H’s home life is complicated at the moment, but on his 18th birthday H was due some money and they had a big evening planned.
I asked Kid 1 what was happening and she said she had no idea, but Kid 2 was in the dog enclosure talking on her phone. So I trotted out there. Apparently H didn’t quite get his money. It takes a couple of days to process, so instead he was on his way over to our house and they were going to hang out and she was going to give him his present. She got him a high end camera and she owes me a lot of work for it. (Insert evil chuckle here.)
I asked a reasonable question, like would they like to go for dinner anyway. No, they wouldn’t. And then I asked if his family did anything for his birthday like cake or candles, or… No. Okay. I went back inside and asked Gordon if we could run down to Randalls, a grocery store, and get the boy a cake and candles, so at least he would have something happening. Gordon, being my knight in shining armor, tore himself away from Might and Magic X, which is no small feat. I ran upstairs, pulled a better T-shirt on, and glanced in the mirror. I was wearing thin black work out pants, a decent red T-shirt, no make up, and my hair was a mess, but you know, it’s Randalls and H is on his way to our house, so time is short. I threw sandals on and off we went.
We decided to divide and conquer. Gordon was going to run into another store real quick, and I would hit up Randalls. As we pull into the parking lot, he says, “Hey, can you get me some fried chicken from their deli?”
So I grab a cart and make a beeline for the bakery. I pick out a couple of cakes – no idea what H likes and Kid 2 doesn’t know either – and then I stop by the deli. I stand in line and look at my choices. When Gordon says fried chicken, he actually means fried wings and drumsticks. It’s finally my turn and this older deli lady looks at me.
Me: Can I have the 5 piece deal, but I want it wings and drumsticks?
She: No, it’s only dark meat. Wings are not dark meat.
Me: Okay, what about 8 piece mixed?
She: that’s two drumsticks, two thighs, two breast…
Me: How can I get a mix of wings and drumsticks?
She: You would have to buy them a la carte.
I look at the prices. It’s a $1.19 for a drumstick and $1.49 for a wing.
Me: I would like ten pieces, half drumsticks, half wings, please.
She gives me a long once over, checks out my hair and my mismatched outfit, leans forward, and in a quiet voice says, “It’s going to be very expensive.”
Ta-dam-dam! I’ll be here all week.
I made her give me five wings and five drumsticks anyway.