Friday, September 24, 2004
Here's A Quarter...Or Not
We all have days where we just don't care, where all we want to do is crawl
under the blankets and tell the world to go to hell...even my mother, the
sweetest person in the world, has days like this.
About a year or so ago she & Dad were walking out of Safeway and there was a
little boy about 7 years old standing by the candy machines, looking pathetic.
He looked up at my Mom who radiates kindness, gave her his best
Feel-Sorry-For-Me eyes and said, "Do you have a quarter?" My mom smiled and replied,
"Yes, I do...BUT NOT FOR YOU!" and walked away.
Dad said that the kid's face fell so hard it looked like it had melted. Of
course he was laughing, though. Mom's excuse? "He only wanted it for candy!
He didn't need any candy!"
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under the blankets and tell the world to go to hell...even my mother, the
sweetest person in the world, has days like this.
About a year or so ago she & Dad were walking out of Safeway and there was a
little boy about 7 years old standing by the candy machines, looking pathetic.
He looked up at my Mom who radiates kindness, gave her his best
Feel-Sorry-For-Me eyes and said, "Do you have a quarter?" My mom smiled and replied,
"Yes, I do...BUT NOT FOR YOU!" and walked away.
Dad said that the kid's face fell so hard it looked like it had melted. Of
course he was laughing, though. Mom's excuse? "He only wanted it for candy!
He didn't need any candy!"
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