three people it was nice to see
1. Ex's favorite cousin: I'm still trying to figure out getting the kids to school when I have them. The Boy-Child is now in jr. high, which starts much earlier than the Girl-Child's school. I can drop the Boy-Child off, but then there's an approximately 15-minute wait at the Girl-Child's bus stop or an hour wait before I could drop her off at her school. Last week, the Girl-Child and I decided to hit a coffee shop to bide our time.
She and I had just finished our tea and coffee, respectively, when I heard someone call my name. It was the Ex's favorite cousin. I always thought she was a wonderful person and I haven't seen her in years, so I hugged her and we chatted for a few minutes. It got me thinking about other former in-laws I haven't talked to since my Ex and I split. A few I'm perfectly happy if I never have to see their smug, deluded azzes ever again. However, most of them I do miss on some level. I really loved the Ex's parents, for example, though I doubt they are holding on to much love for me at this point.
2. Late-night Cub Foods worker: A few times T and I have hit Cub Foods on our way home after having been out at one of the local bars. Sometimes we've had the munchies; sometimes we've needed to pick up milk or cereal or eggs for the kids' breakfast. One night a while back, the munchies were hounding us. I had a huge craving for french bread and queso fresco. So at 2:00 am, we were at Cub Foods hauling said items to the counter. The late-night clerk remarked that he thought it was kind of funny, since most people at that time of night are buying chips or frozen pizza. We talked to the clerk for a bit; I think he was bored at work and just happy to converse with someone. Just your average nice guy.
Last week, I needed to pick up spinach on our way home. The same clerk was there. He asked if I was making spinach dip, and I told him about my spinach smoothies, to which he deadpanned, "Oh, yeah, that sounds good." I dunno, there's just something about him I like--I think he'd be cool to hang out with. But I'm not sure how T and I would make that happen. I would think late-night grocery store clerks would find it strange to have customers suggest a get-together.
3. Hoodie Guy: T used to play darts on Wednesdays at another local bar. I would generally meet him there after band practice. There was this guy who always showed up at 12:30 (when they stopped charging cover), and he was always wearing the same hoodie. T and I never talked to him, but we nicknamed him Hoodie Guy and created this silly and elaborate backstory for him. At some point, we realized we hadn't seen Hoodie Guy for about six months (after seeing him regularly for about a year). He never seemed to be one with a lot of resources (financial or social), so I became worried about him.
Last week, T and I were meeting some people at yet another bar to see Tracy Blake Project (great band). T had gone out to smoke when he texted me that Hoodie Guy had just walked into the bar! OMG! I couldn't believe it! And he was still wearing the exact same hoodie! I was so happy to see that he was OK. He'd just moved to a different bar, one with no cover and cheaper drinks. Good ol' Hoodie Guy.
She and I had just finished our tea and coffee, respectively, when I heard someone call my name. It was the Ex's favorite cousin. I always thought she was a wonderful person and I haven't seen her in years, so I hugged her and we chatted for a few minutes. It got me thinking about other former in-laws I haven't talked to since my Ex and I split. A few I'm perfectly happy if I never have to see their smug, deluded azzes ever again. However, most of them I do miss on some level. I really loved the Ex's parents, for example, though I doubt they are holding on to much love for me at this point.
2. Late-night Cub Foods worker: A few times T and I have hit Cub Foods on our way home after having been out at one of the local bars. Sometimes we've had the munchies; sometimes we've needed to pick up milk or cereal or eggs for the kids' breakfast. One night a while back, the munchies were hounding us. I had a huge craving for french bread and queso fresco. So at 2:00 am, we were at Cub Foods hauling said items to the counter. The late-night clerk remarked that he thought it was kind of funny, since most people at that time of night are buying chips or frozen pizza. We talked to the clerk for a bit; I think he was bored at work and just happy to converse with someone. Just your average nice guy.
Last week, I needed to pick up spinach on our way home. The same clerk was there. He asked if I was making spinach dip, and I told him about my spinach smoothies, to which he deadpanned, "Oh, yeah, that sounds good." I dunno, there's just something about him I like--I think he'd be cool to hang out with. But I'm not sure how T and I would make that happen. I would think late-night grocery store clerks would find it strange to have customers suggest a get-together.
3. Hoodie Guy: T used to play darts on Wednesdays at another local bar. I would generally meet him there after band practice. There was this guy who always showed up at 12:30 (when they stopped charging cover), and he was always wearing the same hoodie. T and I never talked to him, but we nicknamed him Hoodie Guy and created this silly and elaborate backstory for him. At some point, we realized we hadn't seen Hoodie Guy for about six months (after seeing him regularly for about a year). He never seemed to be one with a lot of resources (financial or social), so I became worried about him.
Last week, T and I were meeting some people at yet another bar to see Tracy Blake Project (great band). T had gone out to smoke when he texted me that Hoodie Guy had just walked into the bar! OMG! I couldn't believe it! And he was still wearing the exact same hoodie! I was so happy to see that he was OK. He'd just moved to a different bar, one with no cover and cheaper drinks. Good ol' Hoodie Guy.