Don’t Jack the Gumball, Dude

Today we went with my mom, my sister and her 3 kids to a Mexican restaurant we’ve been going to since the mid-‘80s. Apparently one of the owners may be a bit of a daytime drinker. He gave quarters to all the kids for the gumball machine. For whatever reason, he saw the gumball that one of my nephews got. 'Wow, that looks exactly like Saturn, dude!' he exclaims. My nephew shrugs.

The restaurant owner goes on for several minutes about how much the gumball resembles Saturn and he’s never seen one like that and that my nephew should really contact the gum company to see if he’s won a prize. 'Don't jack the gumball, dude,' he says very seriously.

At some point my sister looks at the gumball and quietly says to us, 'You know, it really DOES look like Saturn.'

In all of the gumball hysteria, I nearly forgot about my hair appointment. I was totally late so I called to see if my stylist was still there. (With all the snow coming down, I wasn’t sure if they’d still be open.) She was, so off I went. On the way there I very nearly rearended another car. Luckily they turned the corner just in time or I don’t think I’d have been able to avoid them!

My stylist was still there, having to wait for her boss’ daughter to come in for a cut. Poor thing. I hope she makes it home safely. We’re supposed to get another 6-12 more inches of snow!