Carlos Warehouse Chronicle V

Carlos Warehouse Chronicle V - Throwing Tiaras

Athletes, military folks, and mothers have a keen sense of SA (Situational Awareness) After I learn a life lesson from my dad, I have that same developed SA. I'll digress for a grip. You see, my dad was a basketball coach for a couple of years, but I wasn't on the team. So I would travel with dad to each game. As you can imagine, I've been running my mouth about as long as I've been living. Well, my dad warned me several times that if you're on the court (field, pitch, whenever the ball is) you better know damn well where the ball is. One particular afternoon, I was talking loudly on the basketball court. Surprised? Well, he yelled my name so I turned my head in the direction. All I saw was a large orange basketball filling the space.

I woke up sprawled out on the court, with my nose blown open like a cantaloupe. Got it, message delivered - know where the ball is. I know my dad didn't mean for that happen, but it did.

Let's fast forward tonight, shall we?

In the check stand behind me, my peripheral vision picked up an object being thrown to the ground. I whipped my head around to see a pink foam-like / paper like tiara landing on the concrete. I caught a glimpse of the person that threw it. A 2 year old girl dressed in a pink dress, pink glasses, and basically a pink explosion all over her outfit.

I hear her yell, "It's NOT real!"

The cashier assistant quipped, "Someone's not in a good mood tonight."

An impish smile crept onto my face, as I thought, "Oh, me, too, honey. Me, too." I don't have a tiara to toss around, though.

'los; out

Urban Dictionary applicable words: chuck a spaz, ape shit, cut the rabbit, lose your shit

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