But suddenly the slurpee surged and sweet, red, ice cold droplets flew through the air-mostly landing on Tommy's face. He looked at me and I looked at him, his facial expression unreadable, I couldn't tell if he was about to cry or laugh and I waited a moment to see how it would all turn out. Neither happened - he looked at me for a few seconds and then he said, "it's really cold." I tried to find napkins but they apparently don't put those out by the coffee anymore. The cashier must have heard the panic in my voice as I tried to find napkins to clean up my nephew. Some of the slurpee had landed on my hand and I had gotten it off, but my hand still had little red stains on it and I worried Tommy's face was going to have red droplet stains.
The cashier gave me some napkins and I got him cleaned up. Then we got slurpees for those who didn't come with us and I had trouble still with the slurpee machine - not as bad as when Tommy was standing there, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I mean - it's not that hard to get a slurpee! That's what I get for thinking I was going to show a five year old how it's done.
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Oh D. Dear sweet D... one day you'll learn. :)
You just need more practice.
For all you young uns, I remember when they used to have the Slurpee machines behind the counter and you had to ask for one. The old ladies would fill your cups for you.
I also remember when they put them out in the store and a kind old lady showed 10 year old me how it was done. She did not spray me with red Slurpee.
Wow Martha - you're old! :P I have no recollection of the slurpee behind the counter. And thank you - for letting me know that an old lady schooled me...
I can't stop laughing!!!!!!!
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