“It just dropped from the ceiling!”
I walked in the house today to Sam sitting down to lunch. I leaned against the chair, chatting with her about the previous evenings events. She had a freshly made bagel sandwich on her plate. She had just taken a bite out of the sandwich so the plate was a little dirty already with crumbs.
As I was getting all the “tea” (yes, I’m still going to quote that word so I know I’m making fun of it when I re-read this blog in 15 years) she picked up her sandwich to take another bite and a little baby minuscule spider moved on the plate.
She exclaimed about it, and pointed it out. She held her sandwich and examined the plate, and clearly, both of us were wondering where the spider came from.
Maybe the spider was in the cabinet on the plate already? It couldn’t have come from the toaster. It was not in the fridge with the bagels, turkey, and cheese.
She paused and looked at the bagel in her hand, clearly debating if it was okay to take another bite.
“It just DROPPED from the ceiling!” I said brightly. “Just brush it off into the trash.”
She said something, I can’t remember what now – something about not seeing it drop, or that being odd. But completely accepted my explanation.
Could it have dropped from the ceiling? Absolutely.
Is that what happened? Probably not.
The shit that pops out of my mouth sometimes frightens me. There was really nothing wrong with that bagel. The little spider would have been extra protein.
But am I going to go to hell? It wasn’t a lie…. Kind of.
🙂
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