Tuesday, January 22, 2013

I'm Turning Into My Mother

Yes, I know, we've all been there. We vow as children, no matter what may come our way, we will NEVER turn into our mothers. NEVER!  I've written on this subject before, but yesterday, this topic became a WHOLE LOT MORE INTERESTING!



I received a call from my first born daughter. (Now a full grown 24 years old) Who starting telling me about this wonderful t-shirt she had found. It was white with lettering on the front. Although the letters were sort of out of order and a bit jumbled, you could still read that the shirt said "I'm turning into my Mother".   We had a good laugh, but I couldn't help but feel there was more to this. She finally started with.... "and.... that's not all."  ......

While at work in a local grocery store, she was behind the customer service desk, as usual, and just beyond the desk was a display.  There were people standing in line. Waiting their turn to discuss whatever had brought them in that day. She couldn't help but notice a gentleman standing in the back, close to the display, who kept stepping back to let people go by. Busy with something in his hands, unaware of the rack just behind him.  My daughter would take care of the next customer, all the time eyeing the man and his rather uncomfortable closeness to the display at this point. Finally, he began to take one more step back, she saw just in time to point and yell out.... "OH! OH! OH! OH!! OH! OH!"   Which of course immediatley stopped everyone in their tracks.

 >>>> Let's stop right there; For at this point in the story I am so overcome by fits of hilarity, my legs are crossed, for fear that the laughter will soon be running down my leg like the tears streaming down my painfully red and dampened face.   We will go back in time, oh say.. 15 years... to a house in Florida, where I am standing near the open dining room window. Close to dusk, on a quiet  Saturday evening, as I notice movement and see a young man leaving our garage with my daughter's ( who was 12 at the time ) bicycle. He was stealing it from our opened garage. Right in front of me, and all I could do was point my finger, and yell.. "OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!"<<<<<

Back to NOW.... My daughter finishes the story by saying that all was quiet until she apologized to the man, and explained he was fixing to fall over the display rack.  He answered, " It's quite alright, and I would have stopped myself sooner, but I was trying to figure out what  OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! meant!"   Which brought on much laughter from surrounding customers who where there to witness the event.

So my precious family, friends, and readers.  NEVER say NEVER!

God Bless You All,
Auntie Aimes

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