Everybody’s a mom…
December 5th, 2007 by Tess
Had to drop the car off for service (it hasn’t been the same since the accident) and stopped at Walgreens before schlepping the long long drive down Airline to the nearest Mitsi dealer.
The cashier looked sadly down at my purchases.
“A water.” Pause
“And a Hubig’s.*” Pause.
“For breakfast,” she added, looking at me reproachfully.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, moderately abashed. “My mother woudn’t approve, but some days that’s how it goes.”
“No mama would ever approve, hon,” she said, scowling to indicate she thought I could’ve found something nutritious had I chosen to apply myself.
*Hubigs pies are the local example of the fried, sugar frosted fruit pie. They are unmitigated evil. And the lemon ones are to die for. Sphere: Related Content
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