Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!
When I was a child, my mother mowed lawns for a living. She did this, she said, because she needed a job that allowed her to bring me with her.
One day while she was cutting grass at a restaurant called The Red Maple, I was pretending to be a member of the Ghostbusters. I crossed paths with a patron coming out of the restaurant and said, “The Stay Puft Marshmallow man is coming!”
“Oh no! I’m getting out of here!” he said, and then he left.
I felt so bad. I was only kidding, and it didn’t occur to me that he was going to leave anyway. I thought he believed me.
Stumble it!
May 21st, 2008 at 3:28 pm
I mostly love everything about this blog entry.
May 21st, 2008 at 3:29 pm
What can I do to make it better?
May 22nd, 2008 at 1:14 am
Add some visuals of you as a child.