Grandma's Multiple Piercings
Braving the wintry mix that Northeast, Ohio has blessed us with today, I headed out for milk. Years ago my mother told me to just buy a cow, tonight I wish I had taken that advice. Instead I had a short, sloppy drive to the corner store in deep cogitation for my next post.
I was not disappointed, as I deposited my gallon of milk, Pepsi and gum on the counter, my blogging mind started to write my next post immediately. Celestine, my 4' 8" gray haired, wrinkled cashier, with at least four used tissue bursting out of her breast pocket smiled at me. Celestine was sporting at least five piercings in her sagging ears. A poster grandma for what not to do when you're young and stupid.
The teenagers want to pierce everything and I tell them, "Eventually things start to sag, it's the law of gravity."
Celestine had one earring on the top of of her left ear that just kind of stuck up at an odd angle. One has to wonder if she looked in the mirror and actually thought it looked good or maybe she was running late for work and didn't notice it, her hair was disheveled and now I'm probably going to rot in hell for writing this post. After some cogitation on the subject I'm pretty sure she doesn't read my blog.
I was not disappointed, as I deposited my gallon of milk, Pepsi and gum on the counter, my blogging mind started to write my next post immediately. Celestine, my 4' 8" gray haired, wrinkled cashier, with at least four used tissue bursting out of her breast pocket smiled at me. Celestine was sporting at least five piercings in her sagging ears. A poster grandma for what not to do when you're young and stupid.
The teenagers want to pierce everything and I tell them, "Eventually things start to sag, it's the law of gravity."
Celestine had one earring on the top of of her left ear that just kind of stuck up at an odd angle. One has to wonder if she looked in the mirror and actually thought it looked good or maybe she was running late for work and didn't notice it, her hair was disheveled and now I'm probably going to rot in hell for writing this post. After some cogitation on the subject I'm pretty sure she doesn't read my blog.
