Heidi January 16th, 2008
Sitting in his car seat, Bubbers pulled at his shoes and babbled out the side window.
We arrived shortly and I parked in an empty spot.
I unloaded the Bubbers king and strapped him into his umbrella stroller.
Then I headed for a nearby ramp until I noticed a security guard taking a smoke break on it and veered quickly to a ramp on the opposite side of the building.
Before getting on the ramp, I took a deep breath and stopped the Bubbers man.
I knelt down and looked him in the eye.
“This is the final frontier,” I explained, “Once we walk through those doors, your days of financial carelessness are over. Are you ready?”
Yanking at his stroller buckle and squealing loudly, he looked at me.
“Yes,” he answered, “As long as you take a picture of me before we go in.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, grabbing my cheek and digging his finger nails into my soft flesh.
“Okay,” I stood up, took another deep breath and pressed the shutter release button.
During this momentous occasion, some people walked by and stared at us.
I didn’t pay them any mind, but Bubbers became quite concerned.
He looked up and asked me, “Why are they all staring at us? Is something wrong?”
“Oh no, Honey,” I reassured him lightly, “They just think I’m nuts standing out here in the middle of the sidewalk taking pictures of you in your Sunday best. Apparently, they haven’t read my blog and don’t know what an important day this is for you.”
Suddenly, Bubbers turned into a paranoid maniac.
“No, that’s not true!” he cried, trying to suck on a nearby wall, “They do read your blog and they know why I’m here….. and they’re trying to steal my first dollar!!”
I stared at him, wondering what had gone so completely wrong with my story.
“Um….. that’s highly unlikely,” I replied with raised eyebrows, “Trust me, your first dollar is safe and sound in my pocket.”
But he wasn’t listening.
An old feeble man had just gotten out of his car and started to slowly approach us.
Urgently, Bubbers grabbed me by the front of my parka and pulled me down close to his stroller.
“I don’t like the looks of that guy. Just pretend nothing out of the ordinary is going on and keep taking pictures,” he whispered in my ear, sucking on my parka and never taking his eyes off the old feeble man, “I’ll keep a look out and make sure he doesn’t try anything funny.”
“Uh….. okay,” I whispered back, wondering who this baby was and what the heck had happened to my sweet Bubbers king.
I stood up and did as I was told.
Bubbers glared suspiciously at the old feeble man until he was out of sight.
Wondering what on earth would happen next, I watched Bubbers carefully.
To my relief, he immediately relaxed back to his normal, level-headed self.
“Ah-bah-bah!!” he exclaimed loudly, waving both hands at a nearby street lamp.
Then he looked up at me and I melted.
“Ahhh, now that’s the Bubbers I know and love!” I smiled warmly at my precious son.
Just then a woman spoke to me.
“Excuse me,” she said and I looked up.
I hadn’t noticed her coming down the ramp.
“Excuse me,” she repeated, “But you’re not allowed to take pictures on bank property.”
To be continued…..
- Sir Brother (formerly The Bubbers King)