I realized today that never certainly is a long time. So is always.
I was waiting in line at the market to get my lunch because for some reason I forgot to carry with me a peanut butter and sardine tail sandwich that I eat practically every day, and twice on some days, incidentally. I was just standing there, waiting and waiting to be waited on, and I saw and heard a family in front of me. Mostly heard. They were waiting, too, and not as patiently and civilizedently as me, I might add. Yes, I just decided, I will add. Well, I don’t need to because I did already, which is not the point I wanted to make so just hold on for a moment.
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Ok, moment’s up, and now we’re back to my story. Phew—that was close—I almost forgot it, and wouldn’t that be a shame? Yes, it would. A shame.
So, the littlest family youngers were complaining that they always have to wait to eat. And they all agreed—the youngers did, anyway. And then one of the most vocal tykes said that he never gets to eat what he wants, because they are always out of peanut butter and sardine tail sandwiches at the market. Now there’s a kid with good taste, but the point is…
Always and never. And always again.
Junior was wrong because they aren’t always out of the delectable sandwich creations…just sometimes. He exaggerated, even if just slightly. And if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a million times—people shouldn’t exaggerate. But that’s another story for another time. The other thing is that he said he never gets to eat what he wants, which is extreme because he really doesn’t know how the rest of ever will go, so how can he speak about never, is what I want to know.
What I do know is that never is a long time. Well, as far as I know…I haven’t been there yet.
