This Kind Of Thing Only Happens To Me
The other day my wife was painting the boys’ room, one of her yearly summer projects while not teaching. I was working too, so we were both tired and since neither of us wanted to cook, I went out for fast food.
When I go out for fast food it usually requires more than one stop because my kids like the kiddy meals with the prizes, my wife likes the onion rings at a certain other restaurant and I pop into another for Chinese takeout. It’s no big deal because all of these places are in the same shopping center right next to each other. Riverside is like that, classic suburbia, every strip mall has a dry cleaners, a yogurt shop, several fast food joints and Chinese food.
So, I go there, park the car, go into each restaurant..1,2,3…I’m done. I’m on my way back to the car, laden down with fast food bags, when a guy pulls up next to me on his bicycle. He’s a very casually dressed kind of guy and strapped onto the handlebars, in front, is a big box and he says…
“Excuse me sir, but I’m trying to make extra money…Would you like to buy some antlers?”
I stop dead in my tracks, digest what he just said, look around to see if I’m on camera and then look in the box. Sure enough- it’s full of antlers. There were deer antlers in it, what looked like a ram’s horn and other racks that I couldn’t identify.
I looked up into a face that was full of anticipation and said, “No, I’m good.”
“Well, thanks”, he said, “You have a nice day.” And he pedaled off and that was that.
This kind of thing only happens to me.