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.
Boing!
He jumped like a flea, his trajectory my direction.
Why are daughters always so embarrassed when their mothers scream in public places?
2 comments:
The same will happen to them in front of their daughters one day.
Haha! I used to be embarrassed when my mom haggled at garage sales. Now I'm happy to have received such fine tutelage.
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