Hmmm…well, I’m a big talker. Did I go to the ceramics show a second time? No. Dragged my son to the car show instead ’cause I thought he wanted to go, he said it a couple times last week, then Sunday morning he says he doesn’t want to go. i couldn’t have cared less about the damn car show, but it was something to do and I wanted to pull Ivan away from the video games at his dad’s house for a couple hours. It was a beautiful, blue sky, perfect day outside. As opposed to stuffy, dark, cave-like, stinky, messy, dirty, lay-on-the-mattress-on-the-floor-and-twiddle-your-thumbs inside. So we went to the car show. It was just down the street practically. A seven-minute drive. I parked at the library which was closed on a Sunday, so we could get a little walk in. Two of Ivan’s friends joined us, Robbie and Big Sean. As soon as they got in the car a chorus went up, “We’re hungry”. Great, it’s one o’clock in the afternoon and they haven’t had breakfast yet, and I’m supposed to feed 3 hungry teens? “Got any money?”, I asked. “Noooo”, they sulked. So I bought them each a sandwich at the deli. Then I snagged 3 paper cups and went into the deli restroom and filled them with water for the boys ’cause I wasn’t about to pay two dollars apiece for them to drink sugar. Big Sean is big and heavy. A huge can of monster drink was in his hand when I picked them up at John’s house and it was still in his hand two hours later when I dropped them off again. When I see people walking around with giant-size beverage containers in their hand I think perhaps they were not properly weaned as infants. Or something. A bubba, a security blanket, a little something to suck on.
Ivan didn’t want me tagging along with the three of them, so I stayed away but kept them in sight. After the show I dropped the boy’s off a mile from John’s house so they could get some more fresh air before they plopped their teenage butts back down in front of the video game screen.