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| Alexander from the Judith Viorst book |
Due to the tantrum, Kid missed the bus and I had to drive her to school, yells and all.
On the way there, I saw that the gas needle was pushing E.
At that point, I knew I was having a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
I got stuck behind Mr. Slow in traffic, and we reached the school too late to get in the side drop-off entrance. I had to get out of my car and sign her in as late.
The temperature had dropped at least 30 degrees overnight, and I was wearing a light spring jacket. Also, since I had expected to stay INSIDE the car for the drop-off, I was sporting bedroom slippers.
Thanking the good Lord that I had at least changed out of pyjamas, I walked Kid in, signed her in, and got back in the car with a sigh of relief.
I coasted into the gas station and rolled down the window. The man came to the car, and he was skatting. Skatting! in 20 degree weather!
"How are you, lady?" he asked with a broad smile.
It was infectious. I smiled back. "Just fine," I lied. "And you?"
"Oh, you know, I'm in that moooood!" This was followed by a fine belly laugh and more skats.
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At that point I began to feel ashamed of myself. Here I was being cranky about stuff that was, in the grand scheme of things, nothing but minutia. And if Gasoline Pump Man could be happy and skatt-ish while he worked outside in freezing weather, I could be happy inside my heated SUV.
Maybe, I thought, I could salvage the morning. I would play some sweet tunes, have a long cup of tea and a hot shower, and wash the bad start away.
Filled with these virtuous plans, I paid Happy Skat Man and drove off.....
.... only to realize my kid had left her coat and lunch in the car.
