One of these days, if we’re lucky, we’ll be old. I realize the older I get, the more patient I am. I don’t let nothing hurry me, nor do I hurry it. My daughter, Little Totsy, laughs at my road rage. She says it’s hard to take me seriously. I’m good for calling folk Dumb-Dumb on the road. She’s real good at imitating folk, which she probably got from my gene pool. Now, she imitates me and I can be kinda funny when I feel like laughing at myself.
I was in the store yesterday, gathering myself a few art supplies. Not that I need any but I like buying them. I also have a penchant for buying toilet paper. If I get down to four rolls, which is hardly ever, I get nervous. That explains why on most trips to the store, I grab a pack. I’m not into the running-outta-toilet-paper business. You feel me? I know this is personal but it’s critical. It’s also critical that one doesn’t run outta money for buying the toilet paper. I think I’d be more concerned about the toilet paper initially ’cause if there’s a will, there’s a dollar to be made somewhere?for buying?that toilet paper.
In an apartment complex we stayed in when I was a youngun, I remember this playmate coming over to buy a roll from us. I was only about 10 but I felt sorry that they’d run out. Come some months down the road, there my little ass was handing her 50 cents ’cause we’d run out. I don’t know if she felt sorry for me but I was embarrassed. Parents can? make their kids do the most embarrassing shit. I could tell you some stories but you may not believe me. And why should you? My daughter sits in the passenger seat right beside me in our little vehicle and doesn’t believe my road rage.