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Everyone needs (more) friends like Pat...
Oct. 5th, 2009 08:33 pmEveryone needs more friends like ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kightp. Trust me; they do. Even if they have one like her, they need more.
Like, Saturday, she wants one thing - to get some new shoes. That's all she asks. And when I say we need to get bagels too, she's game for that - she even pretends to be excited about the prospect!
Okay, technically, if she really does enjoy good bagels, and gets to enjoy a turkey and cranberry sauce sandwich, it's not a pretense. But she would have pretended if she had to, and that's the important part.
And then, what might be the ultimate test of friendship arose. I just happened to see a produce market, and I just have to turn around. And she goes along, even though she's not in a big produce mood. But that's not the big test.
No, the big test is after we've stopped. And I grab some apples, apples that actually smell like *apples*, rather than "nothing," or worse, that have some chemical-y smell to them. And then I turn around and see a beautiful set of pumpkins.
I pick one up and caress it happily. And when she says that if I cut it in half, scoop out the goop, and put it in the oven, I interrupt her with a horrified look on my face.
"This is my *FRIEND*!" I say.
And she recovers perfectly, admitting that, "...or, you could just take it home, and love it until it rots...."
Willing to take side excursions, and understanding all that is wonderful in this world, and still wise enough to remind her friend that one should never become too attached to ones pumpkins, for they are truly fragile creatures.
kightp. Trust me; they do. Even if they have one like her, they need more.Like, Saturday, she wants one thing - to get some new shoes. That's all she asks. And when I say we need to get bagels too, she's game for that - she even pretends to be excited about the prospect!
Okay, technically, if she really does enjoy good bagels, and gets to enjoy a turkey and cranberry sauce sandwich, it's not a pretense. But she would have pretended if she had to, and that's the important part.
And then, what might be the ultimate test of friendship arose. I just happened to see a produce market, and I just have to turn around. And she goes along, even though she's not in a big produce mood. But that's not the big test.
No, the big test is after we've stopped. And I grab some apples, apples that actually smell like *apples*, rather than "nothing," or worse, that have some chemical-y smell to them. And then I turn around and see a beautiful set of pumpkins.
I pick one up and caress it happily. And when she says that if I cut it in half, scoop out the goop, and put it in the oven, I interrupt her with a horrified look on my face.
"This is my *FRIEND*!" I say.
And she recovers perfectly, admitting that, "...or, you could just take it home, and love it until it rots...."
Willing to take side excursions, and understanding all that is wonderful in this world, and still wise enough to remind her friend that one should never become too attached to ones pumpkins, for they are truly fragile creatures.
