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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
EXCLUSIVE MAIL, COKE AND LATEX ANIMALS
Salud, Kids!
Oh, to feel special and above the crowd. Isn't it grand?
Personally, I have no idea, but the other evening while perusing the mail-just for an instant, I got euphoric. Gazing upon words emblazoned across the left side of a nondescript brown envelope, my lips curled into what some would call a smile. Granted, others would deem it a smirk, but that's another blog.
Kids, just for an instant, I felt, well, special. The mail never lies, the contents of this particular envelope was meant for my eyes and only my eyes. No others were being invited to the party going on inside the sealed brown paper.
Fantastic! I HAD to be just as special as could be, and I had the United States Postal Service backing my claim. Flying high was I until glancing to the actual address label and saw that it was meant for the addressee, OR...CURRENT RESIDENT.
What's this?
Crushed and ego deflated, I realized I was no more special than any random current occupant.
Made me think back to breakfast at a Pancake House last weekend. Roaming around the restaurant, WAY too early, was some latex artist.
Oh, there she was, moving from table-to-table, creating balloon masterpieces for all the kiddies. Made them feel special I'm sure.
The kid in me kind of wanted one, but my breakfast mate threw shade on my idea of calling her over and requesting that she make me a balloon Mercedes. Damn him!
Can't get special treatment, even at a Pancake House.
But, wait. There are more ways to feel special than junk mail. Oh, yeah.
And, here you go. Your basic, old-fashioned Coke Float, made with love, and the loving hands of someone you love. And, it's meant specifically for one person, not any old person hanging around.
Now, THAT'S special.
Mail, balloon animals or what-have-you...I know when I've got a special thing going and I'm grateful.
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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