I picked up the girls from their mother's this evening and was planning to take them to Applebee's, one of their favorite sit-down places. But they wanted to go to McDonald's and play at the playplace. In fact, when I suggested we do that tomorrow, Shelby got pretty emphatic about not wanting to go to Applebee's, which was a big surprise.
So, in one of the more funny moments of my fast food experiences, after we placed our order at McDonald's and were waiting for our food, the woman in line behind me was ordering when I noticed there was a lollipop on her pants. We're not talking a cheapy-flat, three-bytes-and-its-gone lollipop here, we're talking an apparently barely licked blow-pop. Huge, right, by comparison? But there it was, sticking to her pants somewhat grossly, just behind her right knee.
So now the questions...
- How do you NOT notice a blowpop tagging along for the ride on your pants?
- Do I tell her about the blowpop and risk further quandary?
- Do I ignore the blowpop and mind my business?
- Do I not tell the woman but carefully observer her until someone does tell her, for the humorous value of the moment?
- Do I seize the opportunity, pull the blowpop off her pants myself, and enjoy a tasty treat, following the certain smack to the face I'd receive in the confusion of the moment?
Well, I think I chose wisely. Not ten seconds after I politely informed the woman of her slightly embarrassing predicament ("Excuse me, ma'am, but you have a lollipop on your pants," I said), her rather burly husband exited the bathroom. Just think what mayhem would have ensued had I personally seized the blowpop...
For your further ponderance... my kids were in the bathroom washing their hands during this comedic moment. Just think if they hadn't been. Shelby, the completely indiscreet wonder, could have made that situation a whole lot funnier.
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