During the last 4 days, when we knew my BIL was dying we were driving back and forth to be in the house with him and his wife. It as really a strange ritual, as there was nothing we could actually do to comfort him, or really to help her out much. I told him that I loved him, and that we would take care of his wife, she was family and that wasn't going to change. I told him he was a fighter, and had been fighting for as long as I knew him but it was ok if he wanted to stop fighting now. And then I told him I loved him some more. I told him I was sorry he was suffering and that I'd miss him.
One day on the way home we stopped into a deli that the BIL loved (we would bring him sandwiches from that deli when he was hospitalized) and we sat down for something to eat. Unfortunately, there was some kind of large business group (which was strange because I am almost positive it was on Sunday) there and they were loud and obnoxious. Especially one guy. You know how there is always that one guy who is so loud the whole restaurant can hear him and then wonder how long until the women in his group actually file a claim against him for sexual harassment? One of the less than appropriate tid bits I had the non pleasure of overhearing was the guy practically shouting to the three women sitting directly across from him Nothing says I love you to my wife like a vasectomy on Valentine's Day! Make that appointment!
OH MY GAWD.
No one laughed and the uncomfortable vibe in the air was as thick as the thousand island dressing, which I originally suspected might be frozen when it wouldn't come out of the little plastic cup as I shook it in the air over my chopped salad.
Sometimes I just hate everyone and this guy made it easy to be a hater that day. I do not want to know who has had a vasectomy, EVER unless it directly affects me, and obviously, no vasectomy on the face of the earth affects me. Such yuck. I should have tapped his shoulder and just dove into a description of my post natural childbirth hemorrhoid situation. I had the inside seat in a booth and I couldn't get out gracefully, besides, I was furiously trying to chew through my thousand island dressing when that golden nugget was broadcast for all to hear. I just jotted it down on a napkin and stuck it in my pocket instead of confronting Mr. RudeAndInconsiderate.
Speaking of being a hater, I was sharing stories of people who are easy to hate with one of my favorite trader joe's employees today. People are so rude to her. Which makes me angry because this woman is incredible, she has the potential to be the kind of person to really make a difference in the world (about to go for her second master's degree- really, just like me!) and apparently folks get hostile when she doesn't dish out the free samples fast enough. HOSTILE. Over free samples. Good lord.
Speaking of my favorite TJ employee, Did I ever tell you how I went in there after hearing the BIL had cancer and she saw me looking like I had been crying (I had) and she ran and gave me a little bouquet off flowers and it totally made my day so much better? I think I did. It was about a month ago. Anyway, I saw her hysterical in the parking lot on Tuesday, so I tossed my groceries in the car and ran over to her with a box of tissues, and she was crying on the phone over a family crisis. I tried to comfort her and I said It will all turn out ok. You know it will be okay. And I felt a bit bad about saying that because I didn't know if it would be okay. Today she told me that her sister bought a winning lottery ticket and won a little bit of money and could fix everything that was making her cry. I was so happy that her troubles were over and also that I didn't lie to her. Then another woman joined our conversation and said she had won a BINGO jackpot at her church game, and another woman came over and said her husband had won $200K on the lottery! AND then a guy came over and told us how he goes to the casino to play black jack and has an uncanny ability to win. I made them all rub my arm for good luck and went off and bought a lottery ticket. True story. If I win.....
Pretty much I make myself happy these days about fantasizing about winning the lottery. I am going to use that money to make such good change if I win big! I will be a very charitable winner. I promise that. Come on big money!