Soo0, Itty Bit and I are frantically racing against the clock to get to the bank on time to make a deposit. I mean, we were calmly and lawfully obeying all traffic laws as we made our way to the financial institution in an expeditious manner.
We pull up 8 minutes before closing time and zip up to the drive-thru lane.
Throw the deposit slip and measly coinage into the little vacuum tube thingie and push the button to watch the Jetsons contraption work its magic.
(Oh come on, you know you love it too).
The pretty lady in the window waves apologetically and points to the phone glued to her ear. She mouths "sorry" and holds up one finger. You know, that universal sign language that means I'm gonna be sitting for awhile?
So, 7 minutes and 30 seconds later she finally gushes, "so sorry about that, thanks for waiting".
By then, Itty Bit is thoroughly unamused and ready to jet.
Whine, whine, whine, whine.
"Oh! Do you have a puppy in there?"
"Do you have a puppy?"
"Oh, cuz, you know, we have these" (holding up a doggie treat)
(trying not to laugh)
Umm, no thanks.
Whine, whine, whine, whine.
"OH! You have a little boy!"
(grinning as she backtracks and starts to redden)
"Would he like a sucker?"
(hollering from the back seat) SUCKERRRRRR!!!!
"The blue ones are the best!"
She sticks everything into the Jetsons tube and Itty Bit and I are once again entranced by the little messenger's flight. Especially now that it carries something much more valuable than money... a BLUE SUCKER!
Thank you so much! (as Itty Bit has already ripped the wrapper off and planted the sticky sugar into his mouth.)
I grab the receipt out, try to figure out the balance, shove my pen and wallet back into my purse, and turn around to shriek at the sudden sight.
Seriously folks, half the kid's face went instantly blue with this sucker. If I'd have been thinking, I would have grabbed a shot of it. But as you will soon see, I was most definitely not thinking.
Rather, I was already two blocks away at the store, trying to get up the courage to march in and demand an exchange for a $29.50 tube of mascara in a smashed box.
(See, I asked for Black, and the girl couldn't read. I got home to realize she gave me Navy. Yeah... I am about 20 years too old for that. But apparently Itty Bit is just the right age to smash the box up. I was too embarrassed to try to exchange it. Anyone want some blue Lancome Definicils Mascara?)
The point was... I was gone.
Until, I looked down in horror to see this:
Oh dear Lord in Heaven... I did NOT just steal the drive-thru Jetson money thingie.
And even worse.
Oh dear Lord in Heaven, I have to go put it back.
This thing sits in my lap mocking me the whole way back. Itty Bit is thoroughly confused (and his lips have now sealed in one super sticky blue mess).
I am so screwed if this is on some kind of bank camera.
I pull up to the parking lot curb, set the brake, dash out with the stolen goods and find the poor lonely vacuum tube. I throw the Jetsons money thingie (would someone please tell me what they're called?) and race back to my car.
Of course, several customers are available as an audience and I am fabulously mortified.
Seriously... I should have just kept it and made it into one of these cute purses, eh? Then at least I would have known what to call it!
The ironic thing is... Mr. Daddy said this wouldn't make a long enough story for True Story Tuesday. Umm yeah hon... don't throw down a challenge like that to a woman who knows how to talk ;)
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