I love Wednesday morning. Belle and Isaac are in school. Wendy and I
play. This morning we shop for Belle's birthday tomorrow.
Isabelle's primary teachers gave her a grabbag of presents on Sunday
and it was super to see her shriek with joy at each new trinket
(that's right, super). I decided that my part of our gift to her
would be a bunch of cheap toys.
We are in Walmart looking at the one dollar segment of the toy aisle.
I see a ball that says it bounces 70 feet high. Wendy is dubious.
The ceiling is only about thirty feet high so there is no way to truly
test it. I bounce it about twenty feet though and decide that it is
possibly not false advertising. Wendy asks for a chance. I look up
at the fluorescent lights and want to caution her, but decide against
it. She slams the ball into the ground as if it is a carnival hammer.
It in turn slams into the ceiling just missing a light and flies at
us as if we are a couple of bowling pins. We dodge. I laugh because
it is so typical of Wendy. She is exuberant. We pick out Belle's
gifts and check out.
Something is pounding against the roof. I look out the front door and
see a wall of rain. It is raining like it does back east. It almost
never rains this way in Southern California. I tell Wendy that I will
go get the car. I ask her where we parked. (I have a horrible habit
of losing my car- to be discussed later). She tells me that she does
not know but gives me the uber helpful hint that it is black.
I run outside (reflecting on the mythbuster's episode that dealt with
whether you get more soaked walking or running in the rain- can't
remember the conclusion, so I go with instinct). I run to the aisle
where I think the car is. It is not there. I make sure to scan for
black cars, but to no avail. I then run from aisle to aisle. I
cannot find it. I am regretting wearing a t-shirt. (Although, I am
sure it was a treat for the ladies- OK sick-I can't even continue with
that). Then, it starts to hail. It hurts like hail. Hailstone is
the perfect word. I still cannot find the car. I retrace my steps.
I see Wendy walking towards the entrance. I motion that I am lost. I
think I see her smirking. But can't be sure on account of being
struck by stones of ice. STONES people. ICE STONES.
Wendy takes a step out of the store and the rain and hail cease. I am
not making this up. The clouds part and it is a sunny day. I am
drenched. I look to my right and the car is right next to me. Wendy
walks out to the car and notices the hailstones throughout my hair and
burts out laughing. I can't help but join her. As we pull out, I
notice a woman waiting for our space in hysterics. On the way home
Wendy explains to me that she was laughing so hard in the store
watching me be pelted that she was drawing stares. She adds to this
that she was particularly amused because she thought that I might be
really angry about being pelted. I don't make this stuff up. But, I
do love Wednesday morning.
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