My Buddy
last week, i had an awesome day at work. no, wait i take that back, i had an awesome lunch during work hours with my buddy. now was the doll, my buddy, for children who didn’t have a sibling and couldn’t fathom the idea of an imaginary friend? my daughter is an only child and every once in a while she’ll make a remark about wishing she had a brother or sister. usually my other personality will step in and come up with a smart alec remark, you know the stuff you want to say but don’t, for my satisfaction and amusement. i high-five her in my head and translate her comment into something more presentable.
friday morning i stopped by my co-worker’s office for our daily chit chat and she suggested that if i did not bring lunch, then we should go to this place she frequents. she even offered to pay because she did not want moths flying out of my wallet and onto her food. she never gets tired of that joke. rumor has it that i’m cheap and my shoes squeak. i offered to pick up the tab and she turned me down, so we went dutch. she’s a fun and interesting person to talk to, i enjoy her company even though there’s a 25 year age difference. yeah that’s right, i like older women, on walkers and with medicaid, but not like that, silly. i don’t have any female friends younger than i am. two the same age, that i’ve known since elementary school, but not a one younger.
so we went to one of her favorite places, goodearthpotato.com, but before we left, she was kind enough to print out two coupons, one for $1 off the stuffed potato and the other for a free fountain soda. but when we got there, the woman at the register said i could not combine coupons, i had to use one or the other. again, high-fives all around to the voice inside my head. “what we’s gone do?” i adjusted my body language’s hearing aid, leaned in, maybe i started to tear up and said, “huh?” she asked if it was my first time there and i nodded yes. later, i wondered if the person inside her head mumbled “dummy” because she let me use both coupons. i said thank you.
i’m not a fan of meat, but for some reason i was craving meatloaf, so that’s what i had. a baked potato stuffed with meatloaf, gravy, sour cream, butter and topped with melted cheese. i have to admit, that meatloaf smacked my taste buds around and tugged at my uvula as it eventually settled in the pit of the beast. yum me!
we made small talk as we scoffed down our lunch and agreed that it was the best thing since sliced bread. after we were done, we cruised past her 55 and over senior complex and she showed me where she lives then we headed back to the office.
we had a fun outing and i enjoyed being chauffeured around in her eight cylinder cadillac as she gave me a mini-tour of her town. i mentioned her mode of transportation because some have commented that riding in her car is the equivalent to floating. my car is more of the horse and buggy persuasion, i feel every bump and wallop, so i don’t know what smooth is. but when i was in the front seat of her car, i felt more like a rag doll. a rag doll swallowed up by plush leather and couldn’t help but wonder when she turned and saw my feet dangling, if the voice in her head was swinging to the same beat of my buddy. i know mine was.
In: People · Tagged with: Buddy, Food, Siblings
