Today was the kind of day where you have a million and one things to cross off your to-do list and a 4-year old companion who seemingly woke up on the wrong side of the bed with the all too familiar attitude of, "Fuck this noise...I do what I want."
Post a meeting at church and a drive through at the bank, I cajoled Claire into heading to the bookstore and hanging out while I grabbed a novel.
Standing in line to pay, she proceeded to grab the side of my shirt, tug as hard as she could and scream...."MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!"
I literally thought my head would start spinning, my eyes would shoot fire and I would kill her with my bare hands. Animals eat their young, right?
Miraculously, just as I was moments away from losing my shit, the soft voiced, gentle hipster looking cashier said, "How's it going? Are you having a super day?"
To which I immediately grimaced and said, "You're joking right?"
And he smiled and said, "I dunno...I'm just reading your hand."
I burst out laughing which prompted him to laugh and the girl next to him to start snorting and laughing. We just kept looking at each other laughing and my 4-year old, well, she was befuddled and slightly amused. She didn't quite understand what was so funny.
After he handed me the book and the receipt and wished me well, he said, "Never underestimate the power of a smelly sticker."
And so, today, I'm just super.