Letter #17

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Dec. 2012

 

Dearest  Steven,

 

Hi honey. I hope this letter finds you well and smiling. You will not believe this bizarre story that just happened to me on Christmas Eve. I just have to share it with you:

 

My mom sent me to the grocery store to pick up some vanilla ice cream to go with our assortment of pies. The store is packed! Lines are long and there aren’t enough checkers.

 

So I’m standing in line behind this lady…and she keeps glancing over and staring at me. I don’t know her, but she’s looking as if she recognizes me. I’m courteous and I smile. Then I grab a magazine to look at while I wait for the line to move. Babe, I could see this woman out of the corner of my eye, and she was STILL staring at me.

She then steps closer and says, “I’m sorry. It’s just that you are the spitting image of my daughter…she died 4 years ago today.”

 

Holy crap! What do I say to that? I responded by saying I was sorry to hear that. She told me about her daughters favorite Christmas dish and that she was going home to make it for dinner. She actually ended up being a very sweet lady and the awkwardness quickly dissipated.

 

Then there was a silence as the line moved along. She looked at me with tear-filled eyes and said, “May I ask you a favor…do you mind just saying ‘I love you mom?'”

 

Yeah, weird!

 

Her teary eyes did not leave mine. She was serious. Babe, it’s Christmas Eve and this lady just misses her daughter. What do I do? I felt put on the spot in a very strange way. So I just say it real quick. I was ready to get outta this store! Luckily after saying those words, the lady didn’t speak to me again. She smiled to me as she left. I smiled in return.

 

Finally it’s my turn at the register and I’m hoping the ice cream isn’t melting. The checker looks at me and says, “That’ll be $53.22 please.”

 

Say what?! I tell the checker that she must be mistaken because I just have 1 thing of ice cream that costs less than $5. The checker replies, “Oh, your mom said you’d pick up her bill.”

 

My jaw dropped, literally.

 

That crazy, sly lady just pulled a fast one on me! She was working me the whole time. What the heck kind of world has this become? To make things worse, the checker didn’t believe me because she had just heard me call the lady “mom.”

 

Grrrrrr!!! I told her to get the supervisor, as I walked towards the crazy lady who was nearly to the door. But babe, in my intent to reach her, I tripped over a case of H2O. This is not my day!

 

So I’m on the floor. The nutty lady heard the commotion and turned towards me. Oh good, she feels sorry for what she did and wants to set things right – NOPE! The crazy lady bends over as if to help me up, but grabs hold of my leg! Babe, she starts yanking and pulling my leg! She won’t let go, she just keeps pulling harder and harder.

 

…kinda like I’m pulling your leg right now. HeHeHe. Gotchya!

I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.

 

Thinking of you.
Merry Christmas!
Smile!

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I Love You,
Suzie

 

PS – Nothing about this story is true.

 

Author: Steven & Suzie Jennings

She was raised as a Mormon, and he is a convict serving 43 years in prison. This blog offers a glimpse into two vastly different worlds that somehow came crashing together. Join them on their journey through prison life & married life.

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