How it all comes flying back
I went away this weekend with my mom and my aunt and uncle to the grand opening of some crazy country casino in Louisiana. My mom considered it a warm up for our Las Vegas wedding/vacation in a couple of weeks, I considered it another reason to nap in the car and laugh at the people willing to spend runs of money for a single chance at riches. The weekend went well and I had managed to stay awake for the first leg of the return car trip. We made a pit stop at a gas station somewhere on the outskirts of Houston to refill and stock up on sugar for the rest of the way. Inside, my uncle pointed out some fancy cigarette lighters and made the joke that my mom buy one since it was child proof and now that I was back home it was warranted. We all laughed a little giggle and everyone else walked out while I paid for my snowballs and milk. Now you see, I have never been the most gracefully of people but aside from the occasional trip over my own feet, I have managed to gather a few shreds of gracefulness over the last few years. I never caused a huge scene in New York, just an occasional stare and that, you see, is progress. But apparently, I am hopeless on Texas soil. Just as I was returning the impossible to light lighter back to it's stand, I accidentally knocked over the entire display and stood there with my mouth open as they flew all over the floor. The two cashiers just looked at me as if to say, "That grown ass woman just knocked over an entire display of lighters in the middle of God and everybody, she should be shot!" And though their eyes said that what they managed to say instead was "Well, you're kinda like a bull in a china shop aren't you?" Yup, I kind of am. But at least this bull is kind enough to pick up all of the lighters and put them back in their color coded stand before walking out of the convenience store with her head hung down in shame.