So, I just have to share the wackiest chain of events that have occurred over the past few weeks that produced a wildly unexpected twist and (fortunately) a happy ending (I think).
Our story begins on Christmas Eve of last year…..
We were out to lunch, enjoying a luscious buffet of all-you-can-eat-of-everything.
And the cute Bubbers king was having a fabulous time!
….. Until he noticed my candy wrapper.
“May I please have your candy wrapper?” he asked very politely.
I smiled and shook my head, “Sorry, Charlie, but I know you’re just going to eat it and I’ve already let you eat too much today. So, I’ll just hold onto it, okay?”
He was shocked (to say the least).
“Aww, c’mon, don’t give me that look,” I said, my resolve slipping fast, “I’m telling you, this wrapper is no good. It’s crawling with germs and besides, it’s empty!”
But he persisted.
“No, no, don’t look at me like that!” I pleaded desperately, “It’s not like I’m trying to be mean on purpose or anything…..”
And then I completely broke.
“Okay, fine,” I relented and held out the wrapper, “Here you go.”
After grabbing it with great excitement…..
…..he ate it.
(And he looked darn cute doing it, too!)
Gazing over his new delicacy, he suddenly locked eyes with our passing waitress who stopped dead in her tracks.
Unable to help herself, she bent down and smiled at him.
“What an adorable little boy,” she said with open admiration.
I smiled as she reached out to tickle his chubby hand.
“Hi there,” she cooed at him, “How are you?”
In a flash, he dropped the wrapper and reached out for her jangly Christmas bracelet.
“Do you like that?” she asked with a bright smile, letting him grab hold of the bracelet.
Bubbers looked up and gave the smallest flicker of a smile in return.
She laughed and stood up, “He sure is cute!”
I thanked her and she went back to work.
After that, every time she passed by our table, she paused to smile warmly at the jolly Bubbers man and let him have a couple tugs at her bracelet.
Then during one of her last visits, she unexpectedly placed a dollar bill on the table next to my plate.
Looking at Bubbers she kindly explained, “This dollar is for you, Sweetie, because you’re so darn cute. It’s for your savings account, okay?”
My mouth dropped open.
I managed a shocked smile and sincere, “Thank you!” before she went off to work again.
I looked down at the dollar bill.
“Well!” I said, looking back at the Bubbers man who began gnawing on the table, “I guess this means you’re getting a savings account!”
To be continued…..