Saturday, May 20, 2017

Can't Get What You Want

After I finished washing dishes, Austin: Do you want to call your mom and go to X like we discussed?
I glanced at the clock, 2:18.
Me: I think they close at 2:00.
Austin: Really?
Me: I think so. Maybe four, but it's early, focuses on the lunch crowd. We still need to take the recycle out. We could drive past and check.
Austin, on his iPad: Nah, I've got it. Three.
Me: Too late for a meal by the time we get there. Want to go somewhere else?
Austin: The only stuff local is Subway and pizza places. I don't really want Subway and I'm not in the mood for pizza. You want pizza?
Me: Hello, they have that major local game today. Pizza places are going to be mad houses.
Austin, browsing his iPad: What do I want, what do I want?
Me: I want a loving husband who's strong but sensitive.
Austin: I want Santa to be real, but we can't always get what we want.

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