The Ice Cream, the Spider, and Me

We sat by the window after getting our ice cream. Peeling green paint revealed an old peach underneath, and a spider. I let coffee and chocolate ice creams mingle in my mouth. I wonder, I thought, if he's a jumping spider.


He jumped like a flea, his trajectory my direction.

Why are daughters always so embarrassed when their mothers scream in public places?


Charles Gramlich said...

The same will happen to them in front of their daughters one day.

Danette Haworth said...

Haha! I used to be embarrassed when my mom haggled at garage sales. Now I'm happy to have received such fine tutelage.