You are the Sunshine of My Life
Thursday(3/09) we went to the mall so Jim could look for some leather pants. On our way in we passed a photo booth. Jim stopped to look at it. I was giggling, still a little light in the weather moccasins from the T.
ANYway—
Jim bought a giant pretzel.
"I’ll share," I’d said, "I don’t need a whole one."
"You want anything with it?"
"No, that’s fine," I already felt like I’d crossed the ‘Splurge Line’.
"Not even cream cheese?" He touted.
"Do they have it?" Shame on me.
"Sure!" and with that, Jim ordered a pretzel and a packet of cream cheese.
We took a couch and sat down to enjoy the pretzel.
"You realize how long it’s been since I’ve had cream cheese," I said, hovering over the open cream cheese packet.
"Nuh-uh," Jim tore at the pretzel.
"A LONG time," I said with an emphatic nod.
Then, as the pretzel was nearly finished, Jim stood up.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I’m gonna get me another one, here," He handed me the remains of the pretzel and approached the pretzel counter again.
My back was to the shop when Jim leaned forward and spoke softly into my ear: "You wanna get a T-shirt?"
"Huh?"
He nodded at ‘Hot Topic’—Looked like a punkish version of Gadzook’s.(T-shirts, stickers and patches.) He pointed out a Led Zepplin T-shirt with a lemon on it: "Squeeze My Lemon". Too funny. But I also spotted a Rolling Stones T-shirt. Come on and decide then.
"Well, I like the Lemon shirt," I said, approaching Jim with hopes of receiving some sage advice.
"Then get it."
"But I also like the Stones shirt."
"Well, just get whichever you want," he said simply, "Just as long as it’s what you really want."
So I decided on the Stones shirt. Jim’s eyeballing the patch display case and I spot a David Bowie "Jareth" sticker. Jim caught my gaze lingering on it.
"You want it?"
"Well—," I worried about spending money on me, but in honesty, I did want it.
"I guess there’s a sticker here she likes," Jim said to the clerk, pointing to the Bowie sticker.
After pulling it out, the clerk says: "We’ve got a David Bowie T-shirt."
"Oh really? I didn’t see it," I said.
"Uh-oh. Troublemaker," Jim joked. The clerk made a small grin, "How much is it?"
"$19"
"Alright," Jim motioned for her to ring it up.
"Really?" I couldn’t believe it.
We hit the photo booth on the way back. It was just a fun/goofy thing to do. Another way to cut loose, have fun and enjoy ourselves. Jim got two prints of it.
I'm looking into the lens, Jim's looking over the buttons and instructions trying to make sure he was doing it right. That might explain the strained look in his eyes, peaking upward.
Then the machine tells us it's printing and we can get our prints from the outside of the booth. As we're waiting, the screen on the outside of the booth displays our print. Jim makes a shit/oops~! reaction to it. I'm laughing. Some people walk by us as we wait for our print--A woman sees the screen and with a grin comments, "Oh, how cute!"
ANYway—
Jim bought a giant pretzel.
"I’ll share," I’d said, "I don’t need a whole one."
"You want anything with it?"
"No, that’s fine," I already felt like I’d crossed the ‘Splurge Line’.
"Not even cream cheese?" He touted.
"Do they have it?" Shame on me.
"Sure!" and with that, Jim ordered a pretzel and a packet of cream cheese.
We took a couch and sat down to enjoy the pretzel.
"You realize how long it’s been since I’ve had cream cheese," I said, hovering over the open cream cheese packet.
"Nuh-uh," Jim tore at the pretzel.
"A LONG time," I said with an emphatic nod.
Then, as the pretzel was nearly finished, Jim stood up.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I’m gonna get me another one, here," He handed me the remains of the pretzel and approached the pretzel counter again.
My back was to the shop when Jim leaned forward and spoke softly into my ear: "You wanna get a T-shirt?"
"Huh?"
He nodded at ‘Hot Topic’—Looked like a punkish version of Gadzook’s.(T-shirts, stickers and patches.) He pointed out a Led Zepplin T-shirt with a lemon on it: "Squeeze My Lemon". Too funny. But I also spotted a Rolling Stones T-shirt. Come on and decide then.
"Well, I like the Lemon shirt," I said, approaching Jim with hopes of receiving some sage advice.
"Then get it."
"But I also like the Stones shirt."
"Well, just get whichever you want," he said simply, "Just as long as it’s what you really want."
So I decided on the Stones shirt. Jim’s eyeballing the patch display case and I spot a David Bowie "Jareth" sticker. Jim caught my gaze lingering on it.
"You want it?"
"Well—," I worried about spending money on me, but in honesty, I did want it.
"I guess there’s a sticker here she likes," Jim said to the clerk, pointing to the Bowie sticker.
After pulling it out, the clerk says: "We’ve got a David Bowie T-shirt."
"Oh really? I didn’t see it," I said.
"Uh-oh. Troublemaker," Jim joked. The clerk made a small grin, "How much is it?"
"$19"
"Alright," Jim motioned for her to ring it up.
"Really?" I couldn’t believe it.
We hit the photo booth on the way back. It was just a fun/goofy thing to do. Another way to cut loose, have fun and enjoy ourselves. Jim got two prints of it.
I'm looking into the lens, Jim's looking over the buttons and instructions trying to make sure he was doing it right. That might explain the strained look in his eyes, peaking upward.
Then the machine tells us it's printing and we can get our prints from the outside of the booth. As we're waiting, the screen on the outside of the booth displays our print. Jim makes a shit/oops~! reaction to it. I'm laughing. Some people walk by us as we wait for our print--A woman sees the screen and with a grin comments, "Oh, how cute!"
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