Friday, February 15, 2008

like tater tots

So yesterday I'm standing at the bus stop. I'm there later than usual because I stayed at work to make up for the time I spent sewing the coffee cozy in the morning. I'm standing there and my cell phone beeps, indicating I've got a text message. Other than from my sister, who loves to forward chain messages and notes about how Jesus loves me in spite of myself, I don't get many texts, so I start to read with excitement and skepticism. This is what the message says:

Love you lots like tater tots, and even more than vodka shots. I'm your FRIEND till the end! Happy Valentine's Day.

It's from a number I don't recognize, one that belongs to none of the people in my phone book. I puzzle over it, then I read it again.

And again.

And again.

I begin to smile.

And I read it again.

It starts to make me happy, puts pep in my step. The bus arrives. I bounce aboard, tinkle my fare, find a seat, and read it again.

I get through it about seven more times before I reach my stop. When I'm not reading it, I'm reciting it.

I consider calling the number and finding out who the sender is. I don't get far with this, because -- I realize almost immediately -- I don't want to know.

Maybe it's someone I know but am lukewarm about -- I don't want to know.
Maybe it's someone I know, but I already know s/he loves me lots like tater tots -- I don't want to know.
Maybe someone sent the message by mistake -- Egads! I don't want to know.

It's comforting to imagine that there's someone out there, someone who maybe sees me in passing, on a bad day -- frizzy hair, cripple walk, no makeup and all -- who thinks I'm the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, butter to the toast of the world. Someone who feels this way so strongly that s/he took the time to put it in verse and send it to only me.

That feels lovely, like lemon drops.


Christie said...


Carol said...

That's so fuuny!
so...did you find out?

sappmama said...

Could be someone is playing a cruel joke on me, lol. No, I haven't found out. I'll resist unless I get more messages.

yaiAnn said...

I love rhymes like that.. one of my faves, not as cool as this one, is "that's dope, like soap on a rope!"

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