A couple things getting in the way of my beginning to write my two papers due tomorrow, posted by midnight EST, are the kids' kid noises to the left of my head, in a small house, and what I didn't say to the cocky customer last night.

What I failed to say to the cocky customer was the same result as when I didn't acknowledge cheerleader Jody from high school because she was now very fat: my playing it safe.

Jody's family, I said hello to. Her ... I thought maybe it wasn't really her. I part faked and part was busy to avoid talking to this girl (I pretty much figured to be Jody), simply because I couldn't get past my discomfort of her discomfort--I assumed she was uncomfortable seeing me. I was now skinny and the girl who could never get fat was.

It had to be three years ago now. She just wasn't the Jody I knew. It still bothers me because my lack of wit, I'll call it, burns me good on occasion. Like last night...

A totally uneventful night, not busy at all. In fact, I watched a whole half hour of Cops. Earlier in the night, however, three hot shots, or at least one misrepresenting the bunch, came to pick up their food. First of all, it was unnecessary for three guys to pick up two pizzas, and second, the guy who placed the phone order was a jerk to me and my coworker. He was looking for Mook. Mook is Mark. He works with us on Saturdays when he's home from Arizona; apparently works summers with these guys at a local country club; and his family owns the pizza shop, so phone caller thought he could hassle him for free food, fun, or both.

"Where's Mark?" "He's supposed to be there," he commanded through his cell phone.

He turned out to be a short, young, balding guy not half as good looking as the rest of his party.

I asked one of the guys what he needed and his face directed me to shorty and friend. They were there for the pizzas for "Kevin."

"Where's Mark?" again and still tough.

"He said he's held up at the club. Drove out with a girl and she's keeping him-"

"No, no, no. His car is there. He's lying."

"So he lied to his grandfather then?"

"Yeah," so confident. "He should be here."

Then he asks me if I have any food ready to give to his boss there (the boss being the cute one who earlier passed the talking over to chump).

"Uh. No. I just have salads," I said wanting to please, to shoulders turning to walk out the door. This got a laugh from his boss.

So, today ... so many things I wished I said to the little free food wanting, attitude having, small dicked cocky shit.

Mook didn't even know who Kevin was. He figured he must have been one of the grounds crew. All the country club kids look the same to me. They're all lean and tan, with baseball hats--college age and preppy. Kevin was grounds crew but acted like he just finished a hard game on the links!

Oh what my conformity didn't have me say. I'm honing myself for next time; be it Jody, Kevin, or anyone.

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Kids are outside with Aaron and this is here and off my chest.