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Carol Perkins: Sticky Mess

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By Carol Perkins

Rarely do I find fudge bars with only 100 calories, so when I did, I popped a box in my cart. I should have waited closer to check out, but I didn't plan to browse through every piece of fabric in the store. By the time I loaded my groceries, I noticed my box of fudge sickles was soft. Nothing to do but put the box in the front seat and eat at least one of them on the way home. Surely, I could salvage the rest.

I pulled back the wrapper before leaving the parking lot and the wooden ladle pulled away from the ice cream. I used it as a spoon and devoured it. By then, my hands were a little sticky. On the way down the parkway, I pulled out another, which was so soft I knew I couldn't hold it by its stick, so I ate it straight off the paper. Another mess. By the time I exited, I had eaten all four of them and had ice cream on the seat and the steering wheel. I forgot to mention I was in Guy's car.


I had shoved the sticky papers back in the box, thinking that would keep down the mess, but when I got out, I noticed droplets of ice cream on the seat. I pulled down the sleeve of my sweatshirt and wiped it off. I needed water. The steering wheel was another matter. I never said a word as he unloaded my groceries, waiting to see how long it would take him to notice the sticky steering wheel.

Within minutes, he announced he was going to the post office. When he came back, he laughed. "I guess you've been eating ice cream." He knows me well. "What makes you think that?" I laughed. He replied, "It could be because I found a wrapper on the floor, and that sticky mess on the steering wheel almost took the skin off my hands."

The situation is like this; Guy keeps his car pristine. Unlike me, he doesn't treat it as another room. He also hauls nothing in his car as I do. He has learned to roll with whatever he finds: sticky steering wheel, wrappers on the floor, mail between the seats, packages in the backseat. I remind him he isn't perfect. When he drives my truck, he messes up the mirrors and the seat settings. Hmm, we sure have a lot to complain about, don't we?


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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