Wednesday, February 15, 2012
are you a camel?
it's freezing outside and we've been campaigning all day. every door on our county road has been knocked with hopes of them voting for my dad for county commissioner. the race is on and pop's signs are in people's yards everywhere. i drive him and the family from door to door, sometimes getting out and greeting, sometimes staying in the truck with marli. we're hungry and the idea of eating macalister's deli never sounded better. it's my favorite place to eat, we do so there at least once a week. this is evident when the friendly employees greet us and with recognition in their eyes. the girl who had houndstooth finger nail polish during football season months back comes around to refill our drinks. "oh! i haven't seen y'all in a while!" she hadn't been working lately and i missed her friendly attitude. she shows us her fingernails all glittery this time and we admire.
we cut up with the employees at the counter just like old friends. i come for my third refill of the night and the guy who fills it jokingly asks: "are you a camel?" i laugh and later dallas tells me i should have replied, "no, but are you an arabian?" that makes me laugh harder and i feel happy. at home we watch a hallmark movie by the blazing fire, the perfect ending to a perfect day.
lil miss imperfect
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