The smelly girly-girl stayed with a friend the other night. Winding my way through stops enroute to get her, I called the friend’s mom. They were having fun and headed to lunch. “Want to join us?” Hmmm….
Thought I would be better declining and so I did. Probably not wise for me to eat a $20 lunch about now when $3 gets me just as full. That doesn’t mean I can’t occasionally have a tiny splurge though. An e-vile plan incubated in my brain cell as I told her that I wouldn’t be joining them but that they should skip dessert because I would meet them when they finished. Hanging up I could feel the pain as the brain cell hopped around happily for what was to come.
Realizing what was coming got that cell settled real quick and just in time. Left turn across two lanes of busy road right at a blind curve, yummy. That’s actually the easy part! The parking lot is tiny and tight. Really tiny and really tight. It is tight for a subcompact so a truck the size of Grumpy is an act of wishful thinking most of the time. Got lucky this time, three open spaces right together! I took those up by nosing in on an angle. Not my normal but I would only be a minute right?
Hopped out and went in to continue my e-vile scheme. In was into a genuine, old fashioned bakery. This particular one does nothing but sweets. It’s been there for many decades and it looks it. Not in a bad way mind you. The concrete in front of the door is worn down, the door handle is worn down, it has the feel of a place where they have done one thing well for a mighty long time. Matter of fact, they have done one thing well for a mighty long time!
This place is always a bustle of locals in and out. Nodded at the owner as I walked in. Vietnam vet, nice guy. Stood back waiting my turn. In comes a little old man so we struck up a conversation as we waited. Others kept coming in and making theirselves at home between us and the counter. With age comes wisdom and patience I suppose because we just enjoyed the wait. Finally the last of ten or so folks who were “in a hurry” had been waited on and the owner greeted the gentleman beside me and joined into the conversation. An odd comment took things off topic though.
The gentleman asked the owner if he had ever revealed to him that he was diabetic. “Nope” “I am and I’m still going to have my usual doughnut!” We laughed a bit as he continued while stepping to the counter. He revealed that he was into his nineties and he just figured “why not”. His doctor had told him to enjoy life in moderation. Then he dropped the surprise.
“Did I ever tell you that I was in the military?” “No sir” replied the surprised owner. The gentleman went on to reveal that he had been drafted for the war. After training he had helped us with a little problem on Okinawa. By his way of figuring that was a good look at dying so he had tried to enjoy life from then on. He was going to enjoy his doughnut! The two of us enjoyed his surprise revelation and his reminisce on that monumental undertaking.
I walked out with my honeybuns ten minutes later and met the ladies right as they were leaving. Thought about it as they ate. Mighty glad I wasn’t in such a hurry at the bakery. Nothing there was worth acting badly for and my patience was most definitely rewarded richly.
(For those unaware, take a moment to read on Okinawa. I’m sure it’s on Wikipedia or something similar. The vast majority of those alive today have no comprehension of conflict on that scale. It makes our “wars” of recent years seem laughable. Yes, modern troops have MOMENTS of terror but things such as this are on a scale that most now can’t begin to understand. I highly encourage you to see your ignorance as a blessing and to clearly see the role he and others played in your good fortune.)