Life is Busting out ALL Over!

True Story

Posted on: March 8, 2007

I stopped by my favorite supermercado when I got off the train tonight (there are at least 5 within a block radius of the Metra stop so saying it’s my favorite means something).

I got some cat food and was looking for bubble bath, which they didn’t have, when I passed a small boy – say 4 years old – with his dad or uncle or godfather or someone. They were browsing the pop aisle:

Boy: “But I don’t wannnt the dark kind! I want light.”

Man: “Sorry, Malik, we’re not getting the light kind tonight.” He picks up an RC 2-liter.

Mailk: “No. I can’t drink the dark ones, I only drink the light ones! Mama says the dark kinds ruin my diiii-et!!”

Man: “Sorry Malik.”

I totally cracked up, which displaced my disappointment for the store not carrying any bubble bath (I mean, not even Calgon? Please.)

Then they got in the line in front of me and the man got a small bottle of rum. Sorry Malik is right.

Poor little guy.

And no Lolla for me this year. Screw you Pearl Jam!


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