I told my homies, "Don't order sodas because we're running low on cash."
"Okay," They said.
"And don't eat the bread from the free sample plate. Germs."
"You're sharing sandwiches and don't order the kids' meal, even if the kids in front of you are ordering kids' meals. They have more money, and you should have asked Heavenly Father for a rich mom."
"We like you, Mom," They said.
My lunch rules were ruining their cheery moods. I could tell because their shoulders were slumping and their eyes were drooping like Eeyore's from Winnie the Pooh. "Let it go, psycho." I thought to myself. I relaxed and let them share a soda. My friend joined us too and that made lunch taste even better.
I had $15.00 left, and I felt like blowing it all. We'd just live on dehydrated carrots and potato buds until payday. Who needs meat anyway, especially ground beef. It's disgusting. I said to the kids, "Let's buy flowers for May Day and sparkle balls." (The balls are the latest rage in Gilbert, AZ.) On we went to Walgreen's and Fresh and Easy, spending all but fifteen cents.
I was fine with the empty rattle the two coins were making in my wallet. But on our way home, the car's check engine light started blinking. I cringed at the thought of paying for a car repair. Maybe the mechanics have little girls. Maybe they would take Jean Kate hair clips in exchange for the car repair. Maybe they would take sparkle balls, roses, and a half eaten sandwich too. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I reached for the stereo's volume and notched it up to loud. We rolled down the widows and sang along with Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds:"
Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be alright.
Singin: Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be alright!
So true, Bob. We're going to be just fine, even if we have to ride the bus tomorrow.